On one of my favorite trail runs, you feel as though you are out in the wilderness, climbing through yuccas and all manner of wild flowers. It is quiet, there is enough evidence of scary animals being around to make you kinda scared. And then suddenly you are on this bridge – crossing the interstate highway. So much for the illusion of being out in the middle of nowhere.
I woke up this morning thinking – it is Monday, I only have seven more weeks of my job. I really dislike the concept of counting down days. When I was in graduate school, I kept a countdown of the number of days until graduation on the corner of a whiteboard in my office. T-x days. Every day. Counting down. Then September 11, 2001 came along. That day I erased that bit of nonsense from the whiteboard when I considered how many people would give anything to have another day. To cherish, to love, to appreciate. There is no sense in counting down days – not in my book anyway. What if I were to die before I get to leave my job? Would I feel good about considering 9 weeks of my life as some kind of garbage to get out of the way? I think not! I shall endeavor to make these weeks as good as I can.
I am considering riding the light rail again today. It is a beautiful ride on the train. It is just when you get off the train and need to navigate the urban psychiatric jungle that is so challenging. So heartbreaking. So anger producing in me – honestly, there IS money, why can’t we help the people most in need??? Perhaps I will follow Annette’s advice and pack a few sandwiches… at least I wouldn’t feel so guilty if I could do something.
So, once again, I will step out in faith and try to make it the best day I possibly can.
Father, I thank you that you have heard me. I knew that you always hear me — John 11:42