4/12/2011
Today is a day for doubts of every kind. Why did I ever
believe that things would become easier? That I would reach some glorious
summit of success or understanding?
I have realized that my life will be peppered with difficult
tasks, that I will often be tired, that I will have cellulite and wrinkles… that
I will yell at my children in supermarkets and stay up on April 13th
to finish my taxes. I will burn chicken, watch copious amounts of television,
and let the majority of my dreams fade into the dust.
The brokenness I know now I will know always… Oh, God, how
beautiful they all are! They are just as broken as me! And despite the crying,
despite the pain, despite the tedium and the torment of days –
He
is whistling. And so can I.
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