Well, okay, like I said before....
The Pitcher has thrown the ball. It's heading right for you at 90 mpg.
Do you try to hit it as faraway from you as possible?
Do you quickly jump out of the way?
Do you let it hit you and get to walk to first base?
Hummm..
Well, I've decided to let it hit me.
I don't like change.. does anyone really?
But, change can be the best thing that can happen.
I have left the comfort of my routine.
The dependability of my paycheck every two weeks.
The familiar 4 walls that house my total existence.
I choose to be "HERE" in this space and time for my family.
It's it's only been two weeks, but already I can feel the "PANIC" of change start to lift off my shoulders.
I can see the happiness in my Mom when we go shopping at Wal-mart.
I can hear the relief in my sisters voice when she speaks.
I can hold on to the strength my daughter holds up, encouraging me, to do whatever I need to do and be free to go be with my Mom.
This is an amazing BLESSING..
If in that split second, as the ball was speeding toward me, I could have jumped out of the way and missed....
I'm on first base now.. waiting..
The TEAM.. my family
is bringing me home....
I have no idea how this is all going to play out. After everything that has happened over the last 7 years.. maybe ..
I'm hopeful for the first time that I can begin to trust and let myself feel and live my life again.
I have FAITH ...
The "LORD" has a plan for me....
