I woke up early like forever and always, but I didn’t use my time well (also like forever and always). I left late.
I couldn’t get the weight room door unlocked at Tom’s work. My best intentions seemed to be wisping away from my morning grasp.
I gave up and walked home in a huff, wrapped in the hot anger of frustration.
I snapped Grover’s leash on, wrangled the door open and stomped down the front steps. The air was already thick and hot in preparation for a ninety-four degree day.
Except! Except for the most contradictory and stubborn cool breeze that picked this morning to blow through.
We walked. I prayed for a changed heart, for a pleasant countenance to meet my small people as they bounded down the steps when I returned.
When we were almost home, I saw sunrise. I chased it a block past my house, something I can’t seem to help. We stood there for a handful of minutes on the corner by the church and the streetlight. Grover’s tail swished through summer-ready grass.
The felt burden of my forever and always is heavy with failure and frustration. But this? This is His. Forever and Always. Light and lovely. Pink-tinged with hope. Blue-swathed with faithfulness. Breeze-lifted with newness. Bright and beautiful.