Last night I did something that I never do. I stayed up to get some writing done. And I sat at my dining room table, full of crayons, markers, papers, stickers, and empty Diet Coke cans. And I looked out my windows and saw the floral shop across the street and the storefront church and the little Greek restaurant. I watched the street light turn from green to yellow to red and back to green again. And I remembered how much I love my home, and how much I love my city.
And this morning I woke up and was able to see that same night sky, but the sun began to break through, a crack through the darkness. And a gentle reminder for my weary soul. For the weeping may last through the night, but joy comes in the morning (Psalm 30:5).
006 - A sister who will drive out of her way after working a 12 hour shift to bring you a gallon of milk and a 20 oz bottle of Coke Zero so you can finish your work and your husband who has to get up at 4:45 in the morning doesn't have to stop on his way home from class at 10 pm (phew!)
007 - A morning at a friend's house feeling heard and being seen.
008 - Impromptu living room picnics with $1.99 Happy Meals and yet another showing of the Secret of the Wings (will I be writing about this movie every day in November?)
009 - Breaks in the day for getting caught up on what needs to be done
010 - An evening alone at the gym