Each Day a New Cup
The great thing about these mugs is that I recall many of them. Who gave them to me, the time of my life, etc.
My blog of December 3rd ended with a hope that I’d be getting up at 5 (or 5:30) to work out. Lest you think I’m a rockstar, let me come clean. I’m not. This week has been a bad week for early workouts. I’ve stayed up later than I want to, and unless I can get 7 hours of sleep, the lead on my eyes when that alarm goes off is heavier than any effort I can muster.
That morning I made it to our gym at 8:00, which I truly hate. It messes up my day. I see people with whom I enjoy talking and my 1 hour workout becomes a 2 hour workout, by the time I get myself home and productive, that is. On this particular day, I faced even more distractions: The Holiday Showcase of local artists. Ugh! Ugh, not because I hate it, but because I love it! I found three items I decided I couldn’t live without. Once I found them, I avoided other areas of the club so I wouldn’t be tempted to spend more money or time.
That experience reminded me of why I love to get my workout in early, when there are fewer friends, and those who are there in the wee hours are there because they feel the way I do: Get in, get out, and they’re not yet awake, so chatter is at a minimum.
However, just as I said in my December 3rd post, nothing is wasted.
I ran into a local mom with whom I’ve connected more in the last year. She’s going through a divorce, and we’ve had a couple of brief heartfelt conversations. This morning she made a comment that most likely meant nothing to her, but meant a lot to me. She said that people like me, who have blazed the trail before her, have given her hope. Blazed the Trail Before Her. I worked hard to focus on her words from that point on, but my mind wondered about the hope I was giving, and the perception I’d created, at least in her mind.
I would never consider that I’ve blazed any trails. In fact, the first year I was the trail, feeling like a long dirt road, on which I was trampled. After five years, the trail has improved, but it’s been a long process. Three homes in five years does not emote a sense of victory or peace. Yet, a different perspective would tell me that third home in the series is sign of success. I recognize some things that have kept me moving, so slowly possibly, that to some it might seem like a transformation, kind of like that child that grows up over night, but we know that it was eighteen years of hard labor.
In my next blog I’m going to share with you some things that I believe got me to this point. Above all else, it’s been God. A father who walks with me daily, who loves me when I cry, scream, and want to give up. A father who shows me the joy in the my loss, and helps me scale my mountains. 2nd Samuel 22: 33-37 says:
33 It is God who arms me with strength
and keeps my way secure.
34 He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
he causes me to stand on the heights.
35 He trains my hands for battle;
my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
36 You make your saving help my shield;
your help has made me great.
37 You provide a broad path for my feet,
so that my ankles do not give way.
I’ve deviated from my decorating. In time I hope my blog will have different categories that will allow for the lighthearted as well as a sincere effort to talk life. For now, one page shares it all, so enjoy a few glimpses of the lighthearted: Christmas Decorations!
I get to go to a party tonight. More lighthearted. Dressing up. Yea! I’m wearing a favorite dress I’ve had for twenty years that’s probably been worn less than five times. Somehow it still fits. I’ve purchased a great looking pair of pumps to go with it. I pray my feet tolerate them. I hope your day finds you experiencing something that brings out the you, you were designed to be. For me on this day, it’s enjoying the company of people in the atmosphere of twinkles, good food, and some bubbly.
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