This blog is dedicated to the all the woman in my life.
Through encourgement, "Second Half Century - Ain't Life Grand" was created with all the young mothers in mind as a way of escape and time travel into the what you will have to look forward to. I'll share some stories from my childhood (my antics: my mother "blogged" way back then on an old typewriter) as well as everyday experiences as I see it. Since this blog is for you, feel free to ask suggest something...my brain is only so big and not that full of ideas.
I do want to add this disclaimer: I have not had any professional counselor training nor do I profess to know everything. You can expect honesty and truth. I can be your best friend or a shoulder to cry on. I'll make you laugh until well you need a diaper and a hankie.
I guess we will see how this goes and I will make a concerted effort to blog everyday. Need some accountability partners here.
So here is today's first one:
Many of you know that I am not a morning person until I have my coffee and some silent meditation on my drive into work. It takes me about thirty to forty five minutes everyday from my santuary to the job. Well this morning was no different than any other and when I finally got out of the door, thirty minutes later than I usually leave, as I was getting in my car, a friend and neighbor shouts her "Good Morning Lazy" to me. In my head I am thinking I need to get to work, but in my heart, I'm thinking she needs to talk. I've known this person for a very long time. Her daughter and my kids went to the same elementary, middle, and high school and now lives in California. We haven't seen one another in a while and after the usual small talk of how come I look so good but still lazy, you never come to see me and have tea, she got to the heart of the matter. She poured her heart out to me. Although I won't share the details, what I will share is that she was hurting and trusted me enough to share why. So I pushed the igottahurryandgettowork thought out of my head and stood still. As we stood there crying in each other's arms, I felt a bond I thought had been lost. She kept apologizing throughtout the conversation for keeping me from leaving for work and how that was more important. I reassured her that I was where I wanted to be. At that moment she was more important. More important than that cup of coffee waiting for me in my car. More important than the stretch of miles that lay waiting for me to travel on. More important than my office waiting for me to turn the lights on.
God has been telling me to slow down. Does he know what He is asking ME of all people to do? Are you serious? Once I get going, there is no stopping me. Even when I am feeling a little under the weather, I still manage to do a load of laundry or straighten up something. Or work on that report that has to go out. Maybe it's the coffee, or is it just ingrained in us in order to satisfy our need for a sense of accomplishment?
I don't know. I just know that during those "down times" He has shown me a different perspective, maybe even a little glimpse of heaven here on earth. That's why He tells us to be still and know that He is God...He has something to show us or teach us. We may not understand it at that particular moment, but as we "go along" and let Him, He reveals His purpose.
So, there you have it. The first. Let me know what you think. Please be gentle.