Rise

Today wasn't a "Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day", but it wasn't a prize winner either. Half an hour past when bedtime should have been, I dragged myself out to walk the dog, with a crying child in the doorway calling down the street after me. My feelings were neither warm nor fuzzy.

As I walked, I mulled the day over. Where did I go wrong? Why did so many moments go awry? I wanted to be gentle, but I was stern. I wanted to give space, but I pinched moments. I wanted to stay calm, but my nerves frayed. I failed to be the woman I wanted to be.

I spoke these things out loud, letting my confessions fall amongst my footsteps. Then, the Still Small Voice spoke to me.

"When you feel that you are sinking, you grab hold of heavy things. It's better to hold onto something that floats."

 

 

Comments

[Amanda]

Yes! Thank you for writing.

[quietstream]

Yes! Strong weighty truth that will carry you high when you hold on to it. Breathe deep; Lift up your eyes. Amen.