The bouquet of roses is slowly wilting on the kitchen counter.
Bittersweet evidence of a brutal week that contained far too many petty disagreements.
I can feel it sucking me in. Making me grumpier with those I love.
The daily situation that receives constant evaluation…
“is this worth a day of my life?”
And as ugly as it gets, and as pointedly personal as it gets… the answer is still yes.
Yes because it’s wrong.
Yes because it needs to be made right.
Yes because no one should ever have to go through this.
Yes because someone WILL have to go through this if I don’t.
And when it’s not about you, your perspective resets.
It is amazing how many insignificant things create so much consternation and worry. Where is God in this worry?
It’s so much easier to focus on those insignificant things, than to deal with the heartache of “that thing I can’t talk about”.
And then? A family whose blog I’d been following for years suffered the ultimate heartache. I read the post and couldn’t breathe.
Their sweet Bubba was gone.
(I’m sorry for stealing the photo – how he makes me smile)
I love how this kid showed Jesus in his JOY of living. I love that gift he had of being happy in any circumstance. And this hero had more “circumstances” in 11 years, than most of us will have in a lifetime.
I adore this picture. I adore that his mom took so many amazing happy photos, that I had a terrible time picking one. Thank you for sharing him with us Julie.
My boy has known Bubba since he was three years old - through the computer screen. He says Bubba is his friend. Somehow, I always thought we would meet someday.
And we will. But it seems so strange to miss him even on the other side of the internet.
And that thing I can’t talk about? God’s got it. I don’t want to waste this hard stuff. But I refuse to let it steal my joy.
And in finding those things that God grins about until you notice them?
Itty Bit and his pilot goggles.
Entertaining every single pedestrian downtown.
What are you thankful for today?