Tight Chest

Somedays are worse than others, we all know that. Sometimes for big reasons, like disasters or real pain. Others because you're a minute behind the day and can't seem to find your footing. Today started out happy, dancing in the car, became a little too stressful than I'd hoped, then lulled into the ordinary. The rain is back and will be around til the end of Spring. But is return dissipates winter smog. Bulbs will soon grow and birds will sing sweetly.

Everyday is different and yet the same right now. Finally. I've yearned for the time when he comes home and we just sit around. I threw my hands up in bed last night and screamed, "this. Is. Awesome. We are finally here. We can do what we want. We can eat nachos for dinner."

It is a constant reminder in my head to be grateful now. To be patient. And to consider the reason behind each word--mine and yours. When something stirs me up, gets my blood boiling, I have to stop, listen, listen inside of me and hush. Remember something beautiful. Read something inspiring. Push that lump and that knot in my torso away and find something else. A chance to learn. A chance to pray. A chance to teach with action.

That makes the difference in between.