Have you ever had that kind of a day? You know. The kind that starts out with a good night's sleep and a soft alarm clock ring. The kind that awakes in the warmth of a soft blanket and the knowledge that there are loved ones in the house? The kind that seems like everything should be right as rain.
Then, you get moving to get up, start breakfast, get dressed...and although everything should feel normal, something doesn't feel right. Everything in the morning routine is the same as it is every weekday. Same is good, isn't it?
Isn't it??!?
Why was there a trembling in my hands and a fear beginning to creep into my subconscious? What am I afraid of? It's just another day at work, at school, at life. Why was I so focused to get the tasks of my morning done, but then got distracted by a story on Facebook that began to shake me to my core? I express my feelings. I
This story was a wonderful story of hope, of giving back to the community, of empowerment for women who are homeless. Why didn't it make me feel good? Why did it touch me so deeply? What was that about? What am I not paying attention to in my life that touched a nerve in this story? It is giving these women some dignity, some integrity, some hope and a future.
Why did it begin to make me think about my own life and what I'm choosing in the busy-ness of parenting and in the new decisions I'm making. Probably because I've been thinking about my life a lot lately. I need to feel dignity, integrity, and some hope for my future. Some hope for my kids future.
I am wholly and deeply loved by an unwavering God. So are my kids. So are you.
I need to be reminded. We all need to be reminded.
