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Thank you, September 28


Yesterday wasn’t at all how I thought it would be.  The whole week I looked forward to yesterday because it was the anniversary of moving home.  Moving home was a significant miracle (is any miracle not significant?) and actually was an ultimate influence in the trajectory of my life.  I believe that God has a plan for our lives and we are entrusted with Free Will to find God’s plan by seeking Him.  When we miss a mark or make a right turn when we should have gone left He places detours and off-ramps in our path to get us back on course.  September 28 is a “get back on course day” for me.  I thought I would surely approach the day with gladness and hope.  Instead it was dredging and came with a dull headache and twist in my gut all day long.  The day wasn’t peacefully reflective as I’d predicted.  Instead, it was filled with hard work, quick decisions, and difficult communication.  I didn’t hate yesterday; it just wasn’t what I thought it would be.  Surprisingly I’m not disappointed to a space of debilitation, which is another testament to me being a walking, breathing miracle. (I'm walking and breathing - there's the miracle.)  I’m more reflective and thankful today, which is strange because I was supposed to feel this way yesterday.  Today was supposed to be just another day.  Yesterday I was supposed to write and ponder all my blessings.  Today was just Saturday.  Yesterday I was preparing for Memory Lane.  Today was relaxed and even.  Yesterday was planned for soul searching and vision casting.  Today was for playing in the floor with puzzles and cars and my three-year-old. 

My days are mixed up.  Sometimes my head and my heart are mixed up.  Regardless of the mix up, the wrong turn, the missed mark, the poorly communicated argument, the whatever… I am blessed, thankful, happy, and peaceful today. (Another miracle.)

Thank you, September 28, for being there for me.  Thank you for bringing me back to course, back home, back where I have always belonged even when I didn’t know it and even when I hated and resisted it. Thank you for challenging me in ways I didn’t know existed.  Thank you for coming around every year to remind me where I am no longer and where I get to go tomorrow. Thank you. 

Psalm 138:1 MSG Thank you! Everything in me says, “Thank you!”

Psalm 138:1 NKJ (New Kimber Jones Version) There’s no way I can say “Thank You!” enough.  You saved my life.  I am eternally indebted with gratitude. 

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