Resting In A Chair

Tuckered out.  Takes a bit for me to get to feeling like I can go another round of getting stuff done.  I sit a while, I work awhile.  I sit awhile, I work awhile.  STAY THE COURSE!  It'll happened.

I sat in the rose colored chair by the Parlor window covered with a lace panel.  Sunlight streaming through to naturally light up the small white room.  Earlier I had placed a stack of books by the telephone table.  Leaning nicely against the table legs.  Balanced.  Some form of order is taking place as items are grouped together instead of being in a variety of places.  Order never seemed to be more attractive to me until I got old.  

Standing at attention was an oversized white covered Bible that my Sister-in-law gave to me years ago when she married my brother-in-law.  She was Catholic and I'm not.  She wanted to stay with a Catholic Bible and this one wasn't.  As long as I have had it and I never read the Bible Stories that are in the back of this huge Bible.  So I read one as I sat resting for the next wave of energy to surge through my body.  

Between spurts of energy.  Thought this would have been a great book to have read to my children when they were growing up to share the characters of the Bible with them. 

I was resting in the chair holding the huge BIBLE as the beginning of time was spoke into existence in print.  God spoke and it took place.  I sometimes wish I could do the same thing...speak it and away it's done.  

Housekeeping would be a cinch,
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