I wanted to repost this blog – the lesson I learned here has stuck with me even though I originally wrote this post a few years ago. I hope it will give you a little encouragement this morning. Enjoy!
The older children immediately sat down and began recording their thoughts for the day.
Four year old Jadyn, could not yet write and I was worried that she might feel left out.
My fears were put to rest when she sat down, took out her pencil, and whispered as she pretended to write, “Dear diarrhea!”
This morning I woke to a beautiful day and the certain reality that this blog post needed to be written. Outside my window the mountains beckoned and I could hear the fish from a nearby pond begging me to bring worms.
There were dozens of things I wanted to do and one thing I was obligated to do. I love the opportunity this post gives me to keep in touch with my fans and friends but today, I didn’t feel like doing it.
Yesterday I hiked 4 miles up and down high country ridges and valleys. A total of 3000 ft up and 3000 ft down. By the time I returned home it was almost dark.
On the drive to our cabin I relived the events of the day and these thoughts on handling the ups and downs of life danced in my brain. I hope you find them helpful even if you don’t dance.
When my daughter Traci was just a little girl, I watched as she moved to the edge of a staircase and peaked over the edge. She was only about 8ft in the air but it was a huge jump for a tiny girl. She was about to demonstrate the secret to taking a leap of faith.