At the end of each day, I reflect with gratitude on what I could experience and the people I could spend time with. Sometimes, there are specifics; other times, there is an overall sense of peace. Some days, gratitude comes easier than others.
Today was a more difficult day for me. My heart is tender as the anniversary of my Dad’s death (5/21) approaches. I don’t always have it on my mind, but it seems to be in my body’s memory.
I am feeling emotions that come in waves,
and I am choosing today to name them as something I am grateful for. I remember in my early 20s when I felt numb to my heart, and I prayed that God would awaken my feelings. I am thankful that I can live into (and out of) my tender spaces.
Today, I especially felt the hardships of others. People I love face complex spaces. What is someone in their early 20s supposed to do when education did not come easily and now their earning potential can not cover the cost of rent in our city? What do we do when Section 8 is closed to new applications? How do you foster independence when those hurdles feel too big to jump without resources that are not realistically accessible? I believe that where there is hope, there is possibility. I have not lost hope; therefore, I believe we will find a way!
I am grateful that the birds will sing in the morning!❤️ trish
