Let Not Our Hearts Be Troubled
It has been that kind of week.
Something I like to call “sock monkey slipper time.”
Three precious souls lost their lives, and hundreds of people will never be the same again, after the bombing in Boston earlier this week. A fertilizer plant blew up in Texas, and dozens of people are unaccounted for. Mail laced with lethal poison was sent to our lawmakers here in the U.S.
And then there are the constant worries closer to home. Like how no matter what I do, I’m not getting better. No matter what I and my doctor throw at them, lupus and chronic pain are winning. It’s crazy. I can’t get out of bed in the mornings. I pour pineapple juice into my coffee. My skin actually hurts. My hair hurts.
Yes, that is actually a thing.
So, it’s sock monkey slipper time when it feels like the world is fifty shades of crazy.
It’s also sock monkey slipper time when I want a reason to look down at my feet and smile.
We can all use more smiles.
Yesterday I spied my cuddle bug son, snuggled up in his blanket. I smiled some more. Not long ago he was abandoned and unloved at our local shelter. But something, some greater power, told us to go and find him and bring him home.
I know that as long as there is love in my world, and I hold on to a belief in something so much greater than any of this, everything will be alright.
Because no matter what personally challenges us, or what tragedy and evil throw our way, people are good.
Faith his powerful.
The world is a beautiful place.
And love wins.
I wish you a weekend filled with the kind of things you dream of.
Be safe, have fun and surround yourself with the things that make you smile.