After three days of rain outside and tv reruns inside, I’m actually excited football starts tonight – even if it isn’t the Patriots. (I actually don’t even know who is playing, but at least I haven’t already seen it.) The havoc the rain is heaping upon the northeast is getting old, too. My thoughts and prayers are with all those back in my hometown in NY. The flooding, downed trees, mud slides, and power outages have been plaguing them for two full weeks, beginning with Irene. Today I got a brief shot of sun and I wish I could bottle it and send it to them.
Too much of the same thing tries our patience and makes us restless for change. So many of us resist change. I’m guilty of that when I think of fond memories of the past. I hate saying good-bye after a great time with people. I get nostalgic when revisiting places that hold memories of times I loved. I get a little sad when looking at objects used or given from a time cherished. I’ve been this way since I was a child. Then one day a friend said something that made these times easier. She said we’ll make new memories. I never thought of memories that are in the future, not even made yet, but doing so gives me hope. I’ve always been a hopeful, optimistic person. My glass was always half full. I was always looking forward to the next great thing that was going to happen, so her theory makes sense to me. Even though my journey this year has been a difficult one, it’s always the promise of what God holds for me in the next few months that keeps me a happy person, enjoying each new day.
And so, as another day goes by, sunshine and the new tv season aren’t far off, and I have written.
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