For any of you who know me well, you know
that
I am a dreamer.
I love looking at the realm of the impossible and imagining that one day it will come to pass in our lives. Like owning our dream home, adopting, traveling to Antarctica. The span of my mind's wanderings is both high and wide. Sometimes noble; sometimes simply silly.
But oftentimes the convergence of these Big Dreams with the disappointments and trials of everyday life is messy, tear-filled and just plain strenuous.
Every single day brings highs and lows, excitements and discouragements.
I spent years as optimistic as Anne (of Green Gables) herself but in my latter years can see why cynicism will do for so many. I get it; I do.
Hope can be hard when the grey days are quiet and all looks bleak.
Positivity feels like a stranger when we lose a client or we get a $1300 bill for our aging car. What's so great about that?!
The warm fuzzies turn cold with the buzz of a text and bad news from a friend.
But this is the thing-I can always choose negativity, hate, un-forgiveness, bitterness. These companions are always close at hand, are the easiest options, really. They are needy and constantly fight for our attention.
Forgiveness, beauty, grace, gratefulness-these noble truths are often hard to wear. But even in my weakest moments I know their veracity to be tried. So I will cling to hope, to the higher road, over every bloody, craggy step.
Deep breath.
Okay,
here
we
go.
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