Sleepless night, woke with worry. Made for a groggy, heavy morn. Five more minutes turned hour and the
single ring of the doorbell pulls me from dreams. Walking to the window to spy
the early morning visitor, my driveway and street is completely empty. No one at the door. Ok, Lord.
I get it…time to rise and shine.
But still, I don’t wanna. Yet my
three daily W’s await: Water, Walk,
Write. So, I begrudgingly slip on my
walking clothes (aka not my pajamas), tie my sneaks and start to move my legs.
One foot in front of the other, then again and again.
Not an overly long loop and definitely no
fast pace. Just some quiet time to
listen and think without the visual of house to-dos surrounding me. Something
in the movement forward is purging, shedding off the worry, the sleepiness,
bringing clarity, refreshment. Adding a little bouncy pep, my head a little
higher, eyes up instead of down, I continue forward.
Sneaks on pavement, breath in lungs, how ‘bout some gratitude? Thankful for uplifting time shared with another boutique owner yesterday. Offering so much
insight, stuff I knew, but didn’t implement. Hearing it from another owner solidified
things…iron sharpens iron. Blessing
prayers over her and her business. Up
ahead is a neighbor with a soon-to-be married son. The beginning of a long life of ups &
downs together… Prayers for a married heart, solidarity, compassion, sacrifice.
Not always roses and baby’s breath,
marriage is all things wrapped up together good and bad and loving each other
still. Up ahead, a new graduate just
returned from along trip abroad and heads into her debut college days. Prayers
for provision, for eyes to see opportunity, excitement, perspective. Another
beginning. Baby steps into a long life
of learning and growing and stretching.
Worries long gone now… just a faded
echo. Thankful for legs to carry me, for fresh breath in my lungs, for a heart
and mind that can chat with the big guy over neighbors, friends, and loved
ones. Back home, a mild sweat and breath increased, next up: Water and Write.
Pouring myself a big, icy glass of water, I sit and begin to tap letters into
words. Looking forward, out the window, the rain begins to pour. More perfect timing. Now He’s just showing off.
