She was waiting for me when I woke up this morning, so before I even had my coffee, I had to deal with her.
The first words I heard were, “What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?”
I yelled at her, “Stop!”
We just sold the house yesterday, and after a few hours of anxiety, we came up with a plan. She was completely comfortable with everything we decided. Now she’s hysterical.
The plan is the best one I could produce to satisfy her anxiety and mine. No more houses. No more boxes. No more clutter.
We will have enough money left over from the sale of the house to buy a small pull trailer and travel for a year or two, but it’s a long way from signing that contract and getting rid of all the stuff that is weighing us down, to hitting the open road, free at last.
This morning, she’s acting like we never agreed on a plan at all.
I think she stays awake all night freaking herself out while I’m sleeping. I told her, “Stop focusing on all the work we have to do in the next month and focus on the fact that God has given us a chance to live our dream. I know you don’t trust me yet, so just look forward to the adventure and trust that God goes before us to pave the way.
(# 1 SHE Saga) SHE
(#2 SHE Saga) She’s Back
(#4 SHE Saga) Thirty Days
(#5 SHE Saga) She Forced Me Out Of Bed
You are loved, you are so loved, you are loved beyond measure.
Love is all around you. Just shut your eyes for a moment and open your heart to receive.
It is in the air you breathe, the wind that cools your skin, the rain that falls on your face, the moon shining in your bedroom window as you sleep, the stars watching over you, the earth beneath your feet, the flowers I created just to see you smile, the ocean, the lakes and the life giving waters that flow at the touch of a faucet.
Man routed the water, but I created it for you because I love you.
You are loved by the birds singing good morning to you, you are loved by the butterfly that flies by your shoulder.
I created it all just to remind you how much you are loved.
You are precious, you are precious to me child and you are loved with every breath you take.
I remind you…you are loved…you are loved.
Letting go of your hand
although you tell me
I cannot stand
unless you are by my side.
You mixed your lies…
truth, shaken and blended
to create a sweet disguise
under your mask I did not peek.
No, I will not behave.
No, I will not be quiet.
No, I will not be a slave
to lies I once believed.
Tell me this…
where is the woman
I used to know?
Where is she now
where did she go?
Trying to leave
you beg me to stay
weak in the head,
I must be, because
suitcases are unpacked
clothes are put away.
Breathing ain’t easy
when you’ve been
crushed by the muck.
Leaving is hard
but it’s the staying,
oh ya, it’s the staying
that sincerely sucks.