There are days, one not too long ago, when I have collapsed on the floor and cried, “God, I can’t do this anymore.”
And then there are days like today when I know conversations have been attentive to God’s presence, care and nurture and where spiritual growth has occurred. OK, it was a 12 and 1/2 hour work day and way too long, but a day nevertheless that seemed to slide down God’s predetermined path. A day that seemed one with God’s purpose. A day when we rejoiced in a friend’s new-found joy. A day where I saw people loving one another as themselves. A blessed day and one that gives me hope if another collapsing, crying out day appears around the corner.
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