I know should know better than to eat after 9 p.m. It just leads to either crazy dreams or disrupted sleep. But of course last night my last Hershey bar and the jar of peanut butter was calling my name at 11 p.m.
The result was not just crazy dreams but a tormenting nightmare which resulted in my murder. It was one of those horrible, paralyzing dreams that seemed in real time. My death was not quick. It was slow, and tortuous, and the kind that all women fear.
As you can imagine, once I was able to wake up there was no way I was closing my eyes again. Like ever. So, I’ve been up for awhile.
But that horrible nightmare caused me to wake up incredibly grateful for Life. The safety of living where I do and when I do, for the most wonderful, decent, gracious, loving husband, for sunshine and daylight after a dark night, for beautiful, healthy children, and for mounds and mounds of friends.
Beautiful friends, loving friends, creative friends, unique friends, family that are friends, inspiring friends, challenging friends, supportive friends, friends I’ve never really had physical contact, friends that are in heaven, friends that I have yet to meet.
So, if today you are inundated with texts, DMs, phone calls, emails, telepathic messages, movings from The Spirit, from me spouting accolades you’ll know why. I am grateful to do life with you. I am grateful to be alive. I am grateful to live as fully as possible with those God places in my path.
Lamentations 3:22-23
The Message (MSG)
22-24God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He’s all I’ve got left.
The Rabid Mime 