Ever heard the saying, "I'm so far behind I thought I was first"? That's me today! Wishing it was Friday and that tomorrow wasn't Monday! So here's a little bit of Friday for you! I've linked up at Lisa-Jo Baker's .
We sit in the busy cafe, just the three of us. The smell of bacon and the clinking of spoons stirring in coffee cups surrounds us. We drove 28 scenic miles to get here. Scotty, Cel and I. I've always enjoyed the drive to Bisbee. And this morning, it's a nice respite from the mess of thoughts and emotions that have been swirling around in my mind.
Some mornings you wake up and wonder how you got here. How life turned out so differently than you had planned. While most days you are grateful for how blessed you are, sometimes you become wistful for the way things were or how they are supposed to be. The sadness creeps in over relationships that have been lost, the heart break of a teen's choices, the missing of loved ones. It's days like these when I wish Scotty and I shared the same faith; that we could pray together.
But for now, amidst the chatter of fellow diners, the stack of dishes on the counter is forgotten. I drown my guilt of not cooking for my family for days, with coffee. I momentarily forget the frustration of an injury that has kept me from exercise and the extra pounds that have crept onto my hips. The trials of raising teens shift to the back of my mind as we plan our summer vacation.
And on the drive home I lean my head back as I listen to my girl singing along to a country tune in the back seat. Yes, life has thrown some punches and the mess of the ordinary every day sometimes feels overwhelming. But in the middle of all that I have my family, I have my God, and it is well with my soul.