It’s Monday, and I feel really good about it being Monday. Not that it matters what I think, because Monday would happen regardless of my feelings about it. Anyway, it is going to be a good day. I don’t know why, I just feel it.
I was up and at it at 5 in the morning. Yes, 5am. I really am a morning person if given the choice. Of course, if I get up that early I’d really prefer to go to bed early. That is not always possible because I am the only morning person in this house of five. Although, earbuds and a Nexus have helped my husband to quietly watch TV in bed, while I roll over and start snoozing. I’m all for technology that is quiet and lets me sleep.
My son is doing an internship at a local Christian radio station in town. I’m enjoying listening to him in the morning for a couple of hours before he heads off to school. It makes me happy to hear him, and hear the smile that is in his voice. I am trying to come to terms with the fact that my little boy isn’t really my little boy anymore. He is my eighteen year old, young adult. When did that happen? The years they truly do go by so quickly. I try so hard to record the moments, the every day minutes that make the memories.
I am also a step mom to two young adults. The house seems to be over run with young adults. My husband and I are currently outnumbered. I am trying to get my daughter to seriously consider massage therapy as a viable career, she is not so sure. I am trying to convince her that I would be glad to sacrifice my time for her to have someone to practice on. Just sayin’. I feel it is my duty, as her mom, to help her in her endeavors. My oldest son is not completely sure what he is doing with his life. He is more of the free spirit, which is great if being a free spirit also makes him some money. I think he would agree with that.
I realize how blessed I am….on most days. Not always. Some days are mopey (and dopey!) and muddled and I wonder who I am, much less what I am doing. I know I am happy to be married to a man that loves me…and that I love back. When he is away on business I am reminded how much I love and miss him. There is a hole left here when he is gone. (And if he is reading this, and he probably isn’t because he hardly ever reads my blog posts unless I make him, I do miss you sweetheart!)
As the new year is well into its second week, I’ve been thinking. Thinking not really about resolutions but about dreams and passions. I have many varied interests, and at 45 I really am considering what I’ll be doing with the rest of my life. (Which I hope is many more years, and I die peacefully in my sleep somewhere in my 90’s.) I’m currently reading a book by Holly Gerth about God Sized Dreams. God makes each of us unique, each with our own dreams and passions. He can use those dreams to make something wonderful for each of us, and to bring Him glory.
I am ready, for whatever. My answer to Him is “Yes!”.
* the dark of early morning
* mocha coffee at Sweet Aromas
* listening to my son on the radio
* my daughter up and at it, early
* my bed is made
* my house is clean
* friends that make me smile
* a chance to help others
* God who is the Creator of dreams
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1 NIV