Weeding

Today I traveled on the BOLT bus from Seattle to Vancouver.  First time, and I was pleasantly surprised.  The price is cheap, but it is still very clean, offers fee Wi-Fi and a cup holder in front of your seat.  The windows are vast and big, a bathroom is available, and boarding is as easy as showing the driver your phone ticket.  My only vice was that I was sitting by a gentleman that elbowed me most of the ride, and there were a lot of young muffins in the social networking field that made me want to gag.  Thankfully, I had my computer, Pandora, headphones, and could find a blissful state of mind. 
After a lovely lunch, I returned back to M's house in Vancouver.  Quiet, airy, and beautiful.  Her lovely next door neighbor who has noticed that I moved to the PNW with one suitcase gave me a pile of BEAUTIFUL clothes.  Not going to lie, though, I'm most excited about the two sets of pajamas! I prefer this kind of thing.  I hate shopping, I like wearing what people get tired of or pass on to me.  It makes my life so much easier.  Thank you, thank you, thank you.  I feel so blessed and amazed by such gifts.
Then this afternoon I joined M in some garden work. It felt so good to get my fingers in the ground again, even if just to weed, hoe, and rake.  I love it.  It helps me think, and my one thought was at this time in my life, I want to draw closer to God.  That's it.  Just a closer walk with Thee, Grant it, Jesus, it's my plea.  Daily walking close to Thee, let it be, dear Lord, let it be.
I want to read the Word, pray, think of Him, praise Him, and pour my heart out to Him.  I want to recognize all He is in my life.  I want to remember that this is not my home, and each day that I live counts. 
The next few days are going to be quiet for me- watching cats, reading, writing, walking, cleaning, cooking... And I pray that in the quiet pace of life, my heart can solely rest and refuge in Him.