Coffee was just perfect; hot, black and ready when my “dogs” hit the ground. Steve's initiative of bedside service followed the silenced alarm just moments before the 8 a.m. setting while that itself was soothing. No high screech annoyance introducing headache one. The clear path of morning relief broken only by a few shoes and miscellaneous knick knacks (evidence of Kenzie's OCD kitchen arrangement) was a sign today was not Monday. Although 300 minutes prior my head was filled with chemical equations and delirious freewriting, my bones were not jello"ized" nor were my eyes taking on evidence of an "all nighter"; my mind was pleasantly in sync with my heart, full of love and gratitude for those who stuck by me when all had been lost for several Mondays, month after month.
Hour one: filled with sweet nothings, coffee, peaceful awakenings of the last two hoodlums and the smile I missed for so long. I often wonder if she realizes the depths of truth of her ability to lighten a room just by walking In. The twinkle was just enough to carry me into euphoria, days when peer pressure was not the object of thievery and guilt was not the blanket to catch her tears. Today, Morgan had yet another moment of welcoming me into her heart, once again. For the next 40 minutes her and I shared an iPod cast of His word instructing us how to effectively break the cycle of “trie hard, do good, fail”, God was speaking; we listened with all our hearts.
The continuous bragging of my less than Manic Monday may be ineffective and allow those many thoughts outsiders have had over the years as they look at our family, they must live in a dream world. No we really don’t, it’s actually quite the opposite. We have nightmares after nightmares but the faith we carry, the trusting of His will in the midst of uncertainty is what makes all this seem like a dream, a state of euphoria.
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