Keep Moving Forward

I didn’t wanna.  After a week of perfectly stacked appointments, I craved a lazy Netflix kinda day.  The to-do list mounting, content to stay snuggled in. But I rise. Committed to support a friend as she voices her story and bringing a friend along for the ride.  Keep moving forward, getting dressed when I’d rather stay in my sweats, curling my hair when a pony felt nice. Teeth brushed, make-up in place, I’m starting to feel like the Living.  Pulling out of my driveway and into hers, we both seem hesitant to attend. But we keep moving forward. 

We enter together, nod a few hellos and grab our tea cups.  Still awkward, longing for home but putting on a smiley face.  My friend, Sally, doesn’t appear nervous at all…the ladies are pouring in, eager to hear her story.  We take our place and she begins… tales of faith over fear, of the importance of reaching out for help, for having faith to overcome anxiety.  

A change in perspective settles in…perhaps I’m not here for myself, perhaps not even to support Sally.  Maybe, just maybe, the speech is meant to drop some small seed with my visiting friend.  Her own struggles with loss, depression, anxiety….letting her know she’s not alone, possibly inspiring her to keep moving forward.  God’s pretty creative like that…placing support in just the right place at just the right time.  Back home again, I’m rejuvenated…thankful for the shift in perspective, off of self onto others.  Reminded, yet again, when I keep moving forward even when I don’t wanna, good things often follow.