Blessed to be Broken

I groaned this morning as the snow plows could be heard doing what plows do at 5:30 am; make an incredibly loud ruckus.

I wasn’t the only one disturbed by the noise. My dog Moose rustled beside me, and muttered a low growl as well.

My first thought was, he’s gonna want to head outside to chase the plow. Ya know, small dog thinking he’s all that and bag of chips.

I, on the other hand wanted nothing to do with getting up. But, when a cold, wet nose jams itself into your face, you get up and let said beast out.

Normally, I’d remain up, get my coffee ready, and make sure Moose has some fresh food and water to get his day started.

But today, I was having none of that! None of it, I say.

I let Moose back inside, and I headed back to bed, muttering, “What’s the point?”

I gave Moose the run of the house since I knew the snow plows would be back, and he’d loudly voice his concern over what they were doing.

As I lay in bed, I gave some thought to the shoveling that would need to be done. I thought, well, at least I can shovel.

I may not want to shovel, but I can. At it really wasn’t that much snow that fell to the ground. But still.

Then I thought, “Must be nice to have a man to shovel and do all those outside things.“

Followed by, “Who said men like to do those things?‘

Harummph!!

I guess truth be told if everyone stopped doing the things that needed done because they didn’t like to do them, nothing would get done. There’s an interesting thought.

A song started to play in my head but for the life of me, I can’t recall what it was these several hours later.

I only remember it was a reminder that I know who I am, because of whose I am, and the song was sung by a woman artist.

I finally rolled out of bed and God quickly answered my muttered “what’s the point,” question from earlier.

There was a text from my son and a couple of friends.

Moose needed reassurance I was still in the house, although I never left.

And so my day began. I texted my friends back and confessed I was having a bit of a hard morning and I thanked God I had a safe place to confess my weak moments.

Gotta get that stuff outta your system or the enemy who comes to kill, steal and destroy will keep hammering at ya with negative nellie thoughts. No thanks!

I drank my coffee, and it was time for church. So thankful we still have the option to watch church on-line.

The message take away for me was from the Lord’s Prayer. “Give us this day, our daily bread.“

So I prayed and asked the Lord for all I needed this day. After all, He knows better than I do, what I need.

It was time to get the shoveling done. I may not be a fan of shoveling, but if I’m honest, it’s part of what I needed today.

I put on my wintry gear, plopped the earbuds in place, put my ear muffs over my ears, and headed out in the winter wonderland.

As I moved my body, and listened to worship music my spirit started to lift. I could hear the birds singing and while I was shoveling an imperfect snow shaped heart appeared.

I paused, smiled, thanked God, and then took a pic.

Ideas started to flow for this writing and I heard in my spirit, you gotta experience life to write about it.

Ain’t that the truth.

I completed the snow shoveling and headed back inside the house.

One of my friends had texted me back and she reminded me of my own words.

Dontcha love it when friends know you so well, they can encourage you by using your own words?

She said, “We all have bad and sad days but like I can imagine and hear you saying, “”We pick ourselves up and put our big girl panties on.”

Ha! Little did she know I had thought the same thing prior to my heading out to shovel.

Sometimes you gotta talk yourself into things and that’s one of my go to’s. “Get your big girl panties on and get to it.“

It’s my hope that in sharing all this with you, that even though, we may not see the point, there’s always a point.

Somedays you just gotta dig deep and look for it.

And to all the singles out there, I get it. It can be tough to face another day doing things on your own. Exhausting even. But, being married ain’t always a bed of roses either. Just sayin’!

I know, I’m never truly alone. Jesus is always with me. It’s not that I forget that, it’s just something in me wanting more, and forgetting that I already have all I need for this season of life.

In these moments of weakness (which is in no way a bad thing) God shows up in big ways. They may seem small, like a snow shaped heart, but they will be exactly what I need.

Somebody gimme an amen, hallelujah!!

Alright friends, I’ve rambled on long enough.

I’ll leave you with these words, and I hope you hear the love behind them, “Get your big girl panties on and get to it!”

Peace and love be with you all!