Have you ever had a day you wish would end because it is so boring, or so frustrating, or even so mean? Those days limp on two broken legs, holding on with such force you think the day might consume you? Throughout them, you listen for God, or for your purpose, or even for someone who loves you to enter the room, to change your focus, to heal the brokenness and allow you to walk, no run through the rest of the day. I’ve had many of those days, either from before I was married or after Amy passed away. There were a few during my marriage, but very few, and usually those days we were both bending beneath the overwhelming burden.
At different times in my life I’ve found myself on a journey to find peace or joy. Usually it’s when I’ve spent every ounce of strength I have and can’t even begin to think of “taking care of me” so I can take care of others.
This time around, I’m not spent, neither am I feeling like an overused, over-stretched dollar in a starving college kid’s pocket. Tired? Yes. But I’m getting sleep. Alone? Yes, but for the most part I haven’t been lonely. When I started to feel lonely is when I reached out in prayer. The answer, from many angles has been to play, to be thankful, and to laugh.
I’ve wanted this shirt since I first saw it in August 2018. It made me laugh so hard I was squeaking and nearly as purple as the shirt. My wife’s parents gave it to me for my birthday. Wearing it to school today brought so many giggles and outright laughs. Sometimes I’ve thought of myself as the “Rhino in the Room.” What I didn’t realize is that I’m actually just a chubby unicorn!
*So today I’m very grateful that God had an incredible sense of humor, and that He uses it to teach how to take care of me. Try laughing. You’ll feel sho much better. 😁🤣
Good Grief?!? 