Today a friend and I had lunch at a charming little cafe near my home. We were talking about another friend who was seriously ill and suddenly lost her husband. My friend told me she answered the email on that news by saying we should stop and be grateful for each and every one of our days. I couldn’t agree more.
Later, after our lovely time together, I went on a beach walk to celebrate the beautiful weather and to grapple with some thoughts and difficulties. As I began to grapple, I remembered our conversation. Yes, the problems that crop up in the course of a day are annoying, but thinking of the seriously ill people I’m praying for daily, I was deeply grateful for the chance to “grapple”. Grappling with life’s everyday ills was suddenly a privilege. I kicked up the music, turned the corner around the marsh, and happily grappled my way home.
Nothing was solved or changed or even smoothed out when I got there – but I was definitely in a better frame of mind than when I set out for the beach.
And so, as another day goes by, I’m grateful for grappling, and…I have written.
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