We all have it. We have all been given the invitation I speak of. The only thing is that it is an invitation for one. A chance to dance in the halls of pity. "Pity! Pity party of ONE!" It calls loudly to you, screams it sometimes. What do we do with it? Do we indulge? Do we sit at the tables that surround waiting for someone, ANYONE, to come and join us? Or do we acknowledge the invitation's presence and move on?
This is where I am today...with the invitation in my hand at the crossroads of Pity Party Lane and Freedom BLVD. Started out well-enough...well almost. Was almost late for work (seemingly my forte lately), growled at some co-workers, and then realized it was the first Friday night in a while where I didn't have something (softball) planned...and I froze. That was when the invitation was handed over.
As most (if not all) of you know this last week was the first anniversary of Doug's home-going...so it would seem fitting to be invited to a party...right? I've felt fine, haven't gotten too over-emotional and have felt level headed about most things. Which is more than I can say about this time last year. This time last year I was a walking zombie (don't tell my kids that, we don't do the whole 'zombie' thing ;-)), praying and believing that SOMEONE was taking care of my kids because I simply could not.
And they were taken care of. God is so good to have place so many wonderful people in my life that I didn't need to worry about a thing...in fact when everyone left and it was me and the kids, I had a hard time adjusting to doing things for myself again!!
To those who have prayed...thank you.
To those who've supported...thank you.
To those who've simply cared...thank you.
So...this invitation? I returned to sender...address unknown...
