Most days I've pretty much got it together.
Most days I know where I am going with my life and what I want to do. (Maybe I could even use the word hopeful to describe the way I feel).
Most days I am positive that love is not just a miracle that occurs in other peoples lives.
Most days I am normal (if there is such a thing)
Most days I wake up with a smile on my face.
Most days I am grateful for my blessings.
Most days I understand that there is a plan.
Most days I am normal (if there is such a thing)
Most days I wake up with a smile on my face.
Most days I am grateful for my blessings.
Most days I understand that there is a plan.
Some days don't look like that.
Some days I worry.
Some days I cry without even knowing why
(okay, I know why, and you all do to, but it isn't going to help to continue to talk about it)
Some days I go on long bike rides all alone.
Some days I run just because it is something I can have control over.
Some days I sit and wonder (which is a really dangerous thing).
Some days I clean my house over and over and over again and then sit in it wondering why no matter how clean it is the emptiness is still there.
Some days nothing makes sense to me.
Some days I cry without even knowing why
(okay, I know why, and you all do to, but it isn't going to help to continue to talk about it)
Some days I go on long bike rides all alone.
Some days I run just because it is something I can have control over.
Some days I sit and wonder (which is a really dangerous thing).
Some days I clean my house over and over and over again and then sit in it wondering why no matter how clean it is the emptiness is still there.
Some days nothing makes sense to me.
People say that everything will "work out"
People say that I am wonderful, but they aren't the people who I wish would say those things. (although I am grateful for anyone who wants to tell me I am fantastic).
I guess I should believe them.
Some days, maybe most days, I believe.
People say that I am wonderful, but they aren't the people who I wish would say those things. (although I am grateful for anyone who wants to tell me I am fantastic).
I guess I should believe them.
Some days, maybe most days, I believe.
Today I am hoping is a Most day and not a Some day.
Flowers usually make it a most day and not a some day. . . . and pansies might be the only hope I have have since every other plant I have died in the snow yesterday.
3 comments:
Trials are no fun and sometimes totally horrible and unfair. It makes me wonder why we have all these hard things in our lives. I'm so sorry for the things you are struggling with. While dwelling on the negative (which is totally not what you are doing) doesn't help, sometimes talking does. Talking about it is OK. I hope today turned out to be a 'most' day. And I hope you have lots of 'most' days! Hugs, Elizabeth
Amber, what a beautiful way to put it. You are so good at analyzing yourself and keeping it in perspective and I'm proud of you that most days are hopeful. Even though I wish the somedays didn't have to be there, I also think it's OK to not be thrilled when things aren't going they way we would pick. It doesn't mean that you don't have faith or that you aren't fantastic (you totally are by the way!) but just that things are hard and sometimes we have to admit it to keep turning to the Lord and making most of the days so much better. I, of course, wish that there was a magic answer to your struggle, and someday (hopefully soon!) I think there will be, but the hard part is the waiting, the not knowing, the wondering, the deciding (at least for me). You are handling it like the champ you are and I just wish I was closer so we could hang out and chat. I miss you & love you and hope that today is a fabulous day for Ambero!
If it's a "some day" I invite you to at least have it over at my house. It's more fun that way.
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