7:15 panic sets in because I am late to begin my commute. Dang! Why did I hit the snooze a second time? Thank goodness the traffic angels are on my side. 8:30? YES! I made it to work on time!! WHOOP-WHOOP!! My mom was a stickler for being on time, and inherently, that is a trait….habit…no trait? I don’t know, but she passed it along to me whatever it is. I’m exhausted. I close my office door and gaze out of my window. The sun reflects brightly on the leaves of the tree outside of my window as they gently sway with deliberate purpose. A brief moment to meditate is all that I need; A private moment to pray for strength to endure all those obstacles and negative individuals that may be thrown my way today; A still moment to ask for guidance and grace as I approach the day; A quiet moment to ask for deliverance.
My cell phone buzzes, and it is my crazy sister. I answer and hear her loud, “What’s Up???!!!” Her voice, her enthusiasm, and her spirit are contagious and I find myself, in that moment rejuvenated. I LOVE this chick. She does it for me every time, and I remind myself of the scripture, 1 Corinthians 13: 4-8:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”
Man, do I love my sister! Unequivocally and undeniably, I love my sister! After a brief conversation we say goodbyes, and I am immediately thankful that God saw me worthy enough to be given a sibling as wonderful as she is and has always been to me. Boyyyyy, the stories I could tell you about the adventures of Veronica and Shannon :-) I find myself saying aloud, “Thank You!” for my sister. Then, I realize I have so much more to be thankful for. Thank you for my husband who loves me despite my faults. Thank you for my children who bring me joy. Thank you for my father who is always the voice of reason and hope when I despair. I opened up the gratitude flood gates, and the Thank You-s continued. Thank you for allowing my mother to live for 28 years of my life and teach me how to be a faithful and God-fearing woman. Thank you for my health. Thank you for employment, opportunity, education, insight, vision, and favor.
No longer exhausted, I have a smile on my face and a song in my heart. I am renewed; it is Thanksgiving in August. You see, the realization struck me that although they may seem hefty, the obstacles against me are a short order for the blessings he has bestowed upon me and will continue to bestow upon me. I am not broken. I am whole, and everything I need was granted me at birth. Adversity is a part of life and no one said life would be easy. After all, remember that a rainbow doesn’t appear until after the storm, intense pressure is required to make a diamond, and the most beautiful butterfly flourished from what were once unpleasant beginnings.
When times are difficult and you seem to be at your lowest, recall my story, declare your own story, and give God thanks!