Still reading Lamott, and here’s her next gift to me:
And this is God’s own truth: the more often I cried in my room in Ixtapa and felt just generally wretched, the more often I started to have occasional moments of utter joy, of feeling aware of each moment shining for its own momentous sake.
God gives us mornings, and lets us wake from our nightmares, and choose joy.
Reminds me of my One Saturday post a couple of days ago…then it was *poof* over and the nightmare returned. Whattadrag. ‘Tis a choice, tho…
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God, I love this message, Kana. Such a sweet, simple and refreshing post.. Makes me want to breathe in my morning here in Kentucky. Have a great day, my friend.
Hugs,
Kathy
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Don’t I know it Roomie! I so appreciate every spectacular color, the expressions on faces no matter what they are, and rust on old statues that I have missed for so long.
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Hmmm….I think I’ll have to read Traveling Mercies again. I read it years ago, and remember that I found it full of little bits of wisdom. Thanks for the joyful thought today!
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I love your stories and triumphs as much as your trials and tribulations. Thanks so much.
I’d enjoy that! I’m not seeing your email, though—can you double-check the address? kanasmith13@gmail.com Talk soon! :)
That and “Stille Nacht, Heilige Nacht”… :)
I too had German grandparents who never stopped sounding as if they’d just disembarked the boat at Ellis Island. O…
I sent you an email just now. Would enjoy further conversation about this.
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