this is my waking thought most of the time, too.
it's not wrong of us. it's a comfort catching kind of thing. and we're all allowed to want that.
so when the day turns sour and your hope gets a flat tire . . .
i'm right there with you in the sad of the day.
i want it to be better, too. i want it to be easier and smoother.
i want to make it all better for you. and for me.
but i can't always solve the problem or create a next time not like this.
i have to let life run its course.
i have to let you feel pain, and us -- together -- feel the inadequacy.
our stickwithitness is tested in these days. our patience refined.
we're sorrow-filled for our grief and our heavy disposition, yet somehow we continue . . .
we keep on.
we say yes to another day.
with the ounce of courage in our pocket, we accept this:
life . . . as. it. is.
we're heroes, i'd say. and the pain that we feel is really okay.
so let's be patient and trust that the hero-making of each day isn't at all meaningless.
this is our worship: to be real -- as. we. are.