It's absolutely exhilarating.
Though, I must admit it's not very girly. But I've always been too stubborn to fit into a dainty role anyway.
So what's so exhilarating? Working outdoors.
There's grit under my fingernails, my face is red, my hair has gone frizzy, and some sweat made it's way to sting my eye before I could reach an arm up to swipe my brow. And I'm as happy as can be.
There's just nothing quite like working outside. Rubbing blisters into your hands, bashing your finger with a hammer, getting sunburned and overheated, and tired.
You don't get that from an office job.
It takes 12 hrs of tedious labor to even begin to come close to the fulfillment that comes from just 30 minutes of strenuous labor. It's powerful. It's refreshing. It's wonderful. It's all too rare.
You would think, since I enjoy it so much, that after coming home from work I would immediately set out to accomplish one of the many physical tasks that I've just labeled as 'fulfilling'. But I don't. At least not as often as you'd imagine.
You see the tedious stuff is the worst kind of work. It's more weary-some than tiresome, and more draining than invigorating. Yet, even knowing that if I go home and take 30 minutes to set at one small chore outside, I'll feel a world better.... I still don't do it.
Because being weary drains the desire right out of me.
I don't spent 30 minutes doing what invigorates me, because I've spent 9 hours doing things that don't. To me, that makes as much sense as being too thirsty to drink, too hungry to eat, too tired to sleep, too happy to smile. It's senseless.
And then, because I can twist almost anything into some strange spiritual lesson that - more than likely - only I understand, I realized I face the same problem spiritually.
I spend 24 hrs in the world, every single day. It's draining. This isn't the home I'd like to be living in. I'd rather live in a heavenly home. My neighbors aren't the people I'd rather be talking to, I'd rather be talking to Jesus. My radio isn't the music I'd rather be listening to, I'd rather be listening to heavenly choirs.
So, do I go to church as much as I possibly can? No.
Do I pray as much as I possibly can? No.
Do I read Gods word as much as I possibly can? No. I don't even read only Christian books as my library records can prove.
Why do we do this? If we, and by 'we' I mean everyone that professes to be Christians, long for Heaven and Christ so very much... why on earth do we not surround ourselves with as much Heaven on earth as we possibly can?
Tired of the worlds news and books? Read Heavens books.
Tired of the words music? Listen to Heavens songs.
Tired of the worlds standards? Hold Gods standards.
We don't though. I've ignored special revivals because I was 'busy', watched tv because I was tired or bored, and read insanely stupid articles about which celebrity is shaving their hair or fighting with another celebrity. All the while asking God for more of Him.
To be perfectly honest, I don't deserve more of Him. Granted, none of us do, but looking at my life, my habits, my passions, I almost believe that God should withhold himself until I learn to get serious.
Why He's given me this much, when I've done so little, is beyond me. But it does make me wonder....
If I've got this much, when I've been so foolish, and done so little...
Great God, what would happen if I got serious?