Here it is September 11, 2013 and I have missed like 8 weeks of opportunities to blog about my life. See, that is why I dislike resolutions...I have difficulty keeping them. I am sure you do too.
At any rate to catch you up:
I still work about 20 hours a week at my job as a Patron Services Associate in one of the local Library systems.
I continue to lead worship at our home church about two times a month.
I chauffeur my children to various activities, sleep overs, play dates, birthday parties, school openhouses, Band Camp, youth Camp, baby sitting jobs, musical practices, doctor appointments and so on and so forth. Now that school has officially started, I will start ferrying them to school activities and events. :)
I made it to one of Jason's softball games this season before he re-injured his foot. He had surgery today to permanently fix the fracture.
I have read a great many books over the summer, commented on countless blog postings, pinned favorite ideas to my pinterest boards and visited with friends, family and loved ones.
My life is full and I am truly blessed.
As we waited for Jason to be prepped for surgery there were memorial services taking place throughout the United States to commemorate the terrorist acts of 9/11, 12 years ago. There were moments of silence that were observed, speeches were given, bells were rung, salutes were made and many tears were shed for those who were lost to us on that day. I found myself not being able to watch too closely as I knew my emotions would get caught up and I needed to focus on my husband's needs for the day. 9/11/2001 is a day that will live on in the conscious memory of our Nation. We will not forget but I am hopeful that as more time goes by we are able to move forward toward hope and wholeness. That we are able to look outward toward the things that we can do, small and big gestures, that can make a difference in the lives of those around us.
It seems like such a small thing to me that I kept my husband company today, but he thanked me several times for being with him through his preparation for surgery, for waiting for him through the procedure and for caring for him during recovery. It honestly never occurred to me that I would be anywhere else. Knowing it made such a difference to him though, means the world to me.
You, my friend, mean the world to someone else. Go keep someone company. Make a difference on the side of right, the side of hope, the side of wholeness and restoration for someone else today. God is calling you to it. Stand up and answer Him as only you can.
God's favor rests on you as it does on me.
