Seasons of Life

I remember the rush and pandemonium of Sunday morning when our children were younger. Making sure everyone was “pressed and dressed” as Jerry used to say, and out the door so we could make it to church in time. It was hurried and sometimes very stressful given Courtney’s needs and Jonathan’s less than happy morning demeanor. Did I mention that no one in my house used to be a morning person?? I used to dream of slower calmer mornings where I could sip my coffee while it was still hot. 
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Jerry and I were reminiscing during breakfast this morning about that hurried and rushed season of life. We were up with the sun, had already been to 7:30 am Mass and were enjoying a hot breakfast, just the two of us. I realized that what I had wished for was now my reality and for a moment I was sad. The quiet is hard for me some days. I actually miss the busyness and the chatter of my kids. I do not miss the yelling and short tempers though 
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Seasons friends. They come and they go but if I have learned anything, it’s to be present right where I am and embracing my reality with all I have, living it deep and full. Don’t worry about what will come because you have not been given that gift. Don’t obsess about what had been because you cannot change it. Just be where God has you and know that when it’s time to love, He will guide you. 
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It was one of the greatest lessons Courtney taught us. Be present and don’t let your coffee get cold trying to be somewhere God has not lead you to be. The tide will change and the seasons will turn soon enough. One day at a time friend. 
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Just one day.
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Now go drink your coffee before it gets cold.