Time alone with God can help us grow,
but so can serving others.
Instead of feeling guilty about how little time alone I get,
I need to look at how I can connect with God in the midst of my chaos.
– Keri Wyatt Kent
It was a long drive home.
But to break up that drive home, I made an overnight stop in old stomping grounds. Years ago, in my former life, I had more than two daughters. I’ve had several daughters in my life, former students who became a part of our family and created a much larger heart for this teacher/mom inside of me. Recently, I reconnected through Facebook, yes Facebook, with two of the girls, and we arranged to meet in “the city” for an overnight slumber party.
So as I drove home this past weekend after a very late night of untold stories and laughter and tears, God gave me the quiet of the day to count even more blessings, naming them one by one.
- Amanda, Melissa, Meghan, Erin, Nanette, Vangie, Carolyn, Brittney, Skyler, Alica, Desiree…
- Oklahoma accents that crack me up and make me love all the more
- Goofiness even at 52
- Girls who can transition from calling me Mrs. G or Mama G to my name: Rhonda
- Heartbreaking stories that could have devastated but instead made us stronger
- A common bond, one of many, across the generational divide: our faith
- “I have mostly good memories from high school.” I cannot say that, but I am so grateful they can.
- Swiss cake rolls
- Long hugs
- Freedom to be who we are
- Sleep after a very late night
- Happy endings
- Wonderful husbands
- Alfredos chips and salsa
- Love that never fails
- Understanding, kindness, and a whole lot a’ grrrace
I have been given so many blessings. Here are just two of them. And I am so grateful.
It was a long drive home.
I am grateful for long drives home that allow for the counting, one by one.
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