Life

Life has taken some unexpected turns, but through it all God has never left my side. He takes care of me every single day, never ceasing to remind me of His great love.

Every so often, on my way out the door to work or church, I look down the driveway, across the street toward the morning sun, and feel incredibly blessed. It isn't the same stunning view we had out on the farm in Williamson, scenes of apple trees and blueberry bushes, but beautiful in its very own familiar way.

The little blue house has been a constant throughout my life, always there across the way. The pine tree that once spread its full and lovely skirt across the ground, is now tall, sparse, and scraggly. The water tank, which once stood in solidarity with another, now stands alone, but it's been given a fresh new coat of paint, a new "Webster" banner, and it is no longer the eyesore it had been for so many years. The cell tower is new, but the morning sunlight is older than me. I remember our cat laying on the square of sunshine cast through the front window on the living room rug and how Mom told us that she liked the sunlight.

I'm feeling relaxed today, taking my time getting started, and not feeling guilty. It's almost 10 o'clock. I've taken my shower but second guessed my choice of attire and so am back in my jammies until I decide. I made myself a smoothie of oatmeal, almond milk, and frozen berries, and drank my coffee. A borrowed fan cools my feet and I am still sitting in bed. It's time to get dressed and get myself moving. Maybe a tall glass of water and a hug from Number Nine.