Breath. Vision. Pulse. We miss not a single one until wrong visits, unexpected and abrupt. They are natural. They are gifts given on the precious day of man's creation so that we could "be" without thought; the moment just before a dream's arrival.
Some of us live as lungs, as hearts, or as eyelids...reacting to unconscious command to, "Beat. Breath. Blink." We adjust, we assimilate, but don't initiate.
I wonder for how long and how many times we have been content to go through the motions directed to us.
Are you tired? You are the designated driver and the preparer of all rough drafts before the final project is due. You are the one your friends come to for advice. You march through your days with a sense of accomplishment and purpose. You know what everybody else should be doing and strive to lead by example.
Two little boys scramble through dusk, skip down sidewalks, then fight to be the first to open the car door. Socks become soaking wet from sprinklers and bother them not one bit. Who has time for shoes in the thrill of chivalry?
"Don't judge by his appearance or height, for I have rejected him. The Lord doesn't see things the way you see them. People judge by the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." 1 Samuel 16:7
55 minutes. That is the average number of minutes we American women look at ourselves in the mirror every single day*.
M.S. in Marriage and Family Therapy. Earns Crossfit participation trophies. Disaster cook. Enthusiastic wife. #Boymom. Clutches her faith, not her pearls.