A common theme for me around here is perspective. I've written about it time and time again. In fact, I write about it so much, I'm slightly amused when I look back on all the posts I've written and cited on multiple occasions. If you've been around awhile - you know. If you're new, take a peek.
The past few months (years perhaps) have been a bit foggy for me. It's crazy to think how long I've had turmoil in my life. But maybe that's just life. Some people have it easier then others - apparently I'm not one of them. I saw a quote recently that sums things up well:
“I know God will not give me anything I can’t handle. I just wish that He didn’t trust me so much.” — Blessed Teresa of Calcutta
I am experiencing major upheaval in my life. Divorce, buying and selling houses, and moving are huge. Pile on top some major teenager drama and hurt little boys and it's amazing I even get out of bed every day. However, even with all this, I thought I was beginning to see the light. I thought I had hit rock bottom and was climbing out. No, I knew I was climbing out and it felt
And then - BAM! - something major happened to me a few weeks ago and it made me realize that what I thought was rock bottom was merely a ledge on a cliff and I silently slipped off. It'll be awhile before this free-fall is over and all I can do is compartmentalize and hope for the best.
It made me realize how truly fragile I am; how uncertain and lengthy this recovery will be. I can only keep my perspective. I have my boys and we have our health. I have a great job that motivates me to get out of bed every day. There are many people far worse off then I.
And hey - at least I'm falling and haven't gone splat (yet). Can someone throw me a parachute, please?