Like my sewing room....so is my life

Sitting here enjoying my second cup of coffee and looking around my sewing room/laundry room/ computer space....multi-functional area heh....I realize how in many ways it is a reflection of my life. I have a quilt top in progress, all nicely cut to fit together perfectly....the way I sometimes think that life should be according to me...everything complimentary. However a part of the space is dedicated to one of my favorite collections of fat quarters a veritable riot of color and patterns much like the people in my life. There are pins scattered here and there, pricks of pain that remind me living is a growing and learning process. A hamper by the washer with dirty clothes to remind me that I should keep to my own cleaning instead of judging others lives. Pictures of my family tacked to the bulletin board, reminding me that I am truly blessed even during the most trying times. My computer, inquisitive being my middle name sometimes, gives me grace to remember I don't know everything while providing me with a quick way to explore and learn. It is cluttered and comfortable, a place of refuge at the end of a hectic day or a peaceful welcome to a new day. It is somedays orderly and tidy while others it is messy and chaotic....but which ever it may be it is mine....it is my place to dream, to create, to learn and to just be myself.

A Second Read of The Shack by WM Paul Young

Rarely do I ever read a book a second time....the last one I read twice was about 22 years ago, and then it was for sheer enjoyment of it. This time is for me and my personal journey of growth.
I have spent the better part of my life having religion drummed into me in some fashion, shape, or form and yet I have no church home. I can't get past the feeling that my relationship with God should be more than a group of people following a prescribed way of worshiping. I am not saying I have never been touched while listening to a sermon, but I am more often touched by other things. Nothing brings me more peace than being outside and watching nature, Gods created orchestra for all the senses.
While this book is in some ways very tragic it also has a beauty that touches me deeply. It takes the religion out of the relationship with God. I can relate to just talking to God like I do others around me, He is my friend and we don't need to stand on ceremony. Sometimes I just say a quick thank you Lord for whatever the reason. I have upon occasion to the horror of my mother yelled at God when I was feeling despair and loss but I have also laughed at the antics of chipmunks playing and gave God a WTG on his creation. I kind of think that He better than anyone knows my weakness and strength and will accept me part and parcel for it.
I guess I find my delight in Lord in simple ways, quiet times and gentle moments.
So I think I will read a bit more before I call it a night.