Better This Than That

Post 225

Remember how I once wrote that our random choices, made with hardly a thought, can actually impact our lives in ways we wouldn't expect?

Sunday morning I decided to take the dog on the Little Cove Transformer walk. We’d had a little rain, so I knew it might be a little muddy in a couple sections where the small incline up to the road deteriorates onto the sidewalk. I was merely thinking about my shoes and didn't care that much; I’d just wear an older pair.

At the pond just to the left of the car, a large GBH made its presence known and then flew off out of sight. That was a nice start! I got through the first mud covered sidewalk just fine, but at the end of the second one, I slipped but fell forward and I would love to see how I looked and landed (some day in my life review?) My left thumb is bruised, my right palm between my wrist and thumb is swollen and bruised, my right big toe got jammed, and a bruise below my right knee. In addition, my new phone, less than a week old, has a tiny slew of hairline cracks at the bottom of the screen. Really? Yes. (Thankfully they are unnoticeable unless I tilt my phone to try to see them).

I am fine and actually I’m extremely thankful because I could have broken my wrist because I have small bones, and I’m no spring chicken. It would have really put a damper on next weekend when I’m the kayaker for hubby's open water race in Knoxville. So even though I’m in a bit of pain, better this than that! My random decision luckily DID NOT impact my life greatly.

I went to my first official women's Bible study in years yesterday evening and felt right at home. I think I’ll enjoy this group. Unless Rock 3 had previously told these women, only a couple of them know about Mo.

Emotionally I’ve been good the last several days, but a scheduled phone call during the afternoon today dredged up memories and emotions, but ultimately it was a very good call.

One of the first friends I made in my town when I moved here saw me getting my mail this afternoon and beeped as she sped past. I had no idea who beeped until she texted to tell me a couple hours later. I have not seen or talked to her in a year, so she had no idea about Mo, and I hadn't planned to tell her. But then one of her texts told me about the passing of someone she was close to, so I ended up letting her know.

At this still fairly early stage of loss, I can tell you that telling people who don't know is very hard to do. It almost always still makes me cry, and this afternoon was no exception.

Although I’m trying to make more of a commitment to myself and to God, to stop wasting as much time in the evening and be more productive, tonight I could not muster the will.

Today was probably a hard day for the families of thousands of Americans. I was given the link to a short 12 minute video that tells the story of boating heroes that day. It reminded me that our world is full of good people, even today's world. Why? Because we are made in God’s image. We do have an innate knowledge of morally right and wrong things.

Here's the link if you're interested.

If any of you lacks wisdom [to guide him through a decision or circumstance], he is to ask of [our benevolent] God, who gives to everyone generously and without rebuke or blame, and it will be given to him.

James 1:5