Life at times can be tricky. It can feel tough and brutal. Life feels hard sometimes. Life can be very loud.
It seems as though for the big huge troubles, we pause, pull up our bootstraps and face it head-on. Not pleasant, however, we all have the ability to rise up and fight something big.
It’s the small things that add up & sneak up on you. You don’t realize how full your heart & soul & plate are until the tipping point and things start to topple over.
Before walking up to the buffet table, you actually are not physically starving. Coffee sounds good, then you spy the potatoes & take a few. Next, you notice the fruit. Oh my, look at that spinach quiche it is calling my name. Wait! I spy with my little eye, a freshly baked croissant. Oh, cappuccino. And just like that, my plate is piled high, I have both hands filled and I have to ask for help carrying my coffee back to my place.
That moment when you ask for help. You instinctively know the moment has come to politely ask for assistance. We can’t do this alone.
That’s how I feel lately.
A friend’s son is sick.
Two friends are very, very sick.
I miss playing board games with my kids. I miss hanging out and talking.
I miss our grandkids.
I’ve baked a couple of times to take to friends. My stash of sympathy cards is dwindling at an alarming rate. A couple of friends are in the hospital. (I can’t be around germs, so I send cards.) I need to replenish my “thinking of you cards”.
Working from home has its advantages for sure, however, sometimes just talking with the dog does not fill my need to chit-chat. I miss dressing up, driving to work, checking in with co-workers, hearing about their day, eating lunch, teasing, banter etc.
I picked up my phone yesterday, I was going to send a text message to my friend ( I have two happy things to squeal and share about), then I remembered she doesn’t have a phone in heaven.
This time of year, the weather is dreary and it’s not easy to go out and work off some frustration through yard work. It is pouring down rain as I type. If we get a slight break in the liquid sunshine, my boots are ready….. I am headed out to rake leaves and breathe in some fresh air.
Yesterday, while listening to a podcast interview, Jen Hatmaker asked her guest the final question.
“What is saving you today”?
I listened then I proceeded to answer it as well.
“What is saving me today”?
Mr. Right (fancy date night over the weekend, talking on the phone like high school kids, doing a 550 piece jigsaw puzzle in 3 hours, reading the same book or studying and then discussing together, stitching and talking while he makes juice every day…………my list goes on and on)
Floss Tube ( a group of worldwide cross stitchers who make videos and share their passion)
Counted cross stitch
I don’t really need finger shaking and rules right now. Reading Psalms uplifts and encourages me to move forward. Even when the world seems all wackadoodle & topsy-turvy.
My Sweet Dog
my guilty pleasure, looking at “Hello” Magazine pictures online
Funny videos during medicine time
Reading the latest FBI thriller
Holding hands while wearing mittens/gloves on evening walks
So on this wet Tuesday, my question to you friend is,
“What is saving you today”?
Maybe we can share answers & grace with each other?
Maybe by sharing we can smooth out the rough edges of this thing we call life?
In this together, friends.