Yesterday’s JOY DARE…
three hard eucharisteos
…why is this so hard for me?
why do I easily say thank You for the hard things…
… the low checking account balance that leaves me trusting
… the broken bone and that it is only one
… the phone call to the surgeon, who was in California, because my man, the OR nurse, trusts him with our son
Why is it these things that I find to be the hard eucharisteo? Why do I stumble saying thank You for these…
… the ones whose comments make my head spin
… the relatively easy conversations with the school this morning to get the mancub out of school for a few days
… my man’s knowledge and expertise that this mother’s heart fails to trust
I’ve wondered if I live life backward? Why is the hard easier than the simple? Why does my tongue stumble over thank You…
… for miscommunication that ends in abiding love
… for a mancub with heart full of adventure
… for the intent of the heart rather than the words of the mouth
The longer I live… the less I know. Today, I seem to know very little… except that I live the hard eucharisteo backward.