Life's Cliches

The older I grow (working on my 26th year) the more I realize great truth can be found in the cliches of life.

"It's not about the destination, it's about the journey." Most of my life I have viewed life as a series of "destinations." High school (done), college (done), married (done), job (done), purchase home (done), babies (some day!), etc. 26 years isn't a lot of time, but enough to see many dear-ones get stuck ... unable to check "done" and move on to the next destination. Divorce, cancer, addiction, job loss, death, the list goes on.

Recently, I've been reminded that life isn't about checking off those achievements (great as they may be!). Getting past addiction, for some, may be a life long battle; facing a childless future, for others, might be reality; all isn't fair in love and war. It's really amazing the release of pressure I feel every time I ponder this. God will guide me to the next destination, in His timing, in His way. The more I embrace this idea and submit to His guidance, the easier it is to breath, and enjoy what is happening all around me. This life really is temporary, and a journey to the ultimate Destination, eternity with Him.

Life really is a series of miracles. Humans interacting, God intervening.

Happy Days

Married for 2 years to my sweetheart. Happy days indeed.

Kindness

"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." -Plato

A chat with a childhood friend reminded of this quote today. I think I love this quote because it's just so simple. Be kind. The rest of the quote isn't really even necessary, we all know why we need to be kind. We're dealing with people, and they only come in one form - broken.

I wasn't aware of this quote when I worked at Hallmark, but I encountered a lot of faces at the register each day. I was sometimes overwhelmed thinking that each face represented stories. Each face had a whole series of relationships associated with it. Each face knew pain, joy, sorrow, hope. And here we were, pretending to just be faces, with no story, exchanging plastics at the register. I was so easily annoyed with the coupon lady, the guy with dirty hands (germs), and the red-headed lady who wouldn't stop talking. But, how simple to see beyond the face and be kind.

Wish I had more kindness to give today. So glad for this great Word. He steps in when our kindness fails. "Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens. Selah" -Psalm 68:19

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These make me smile. Still a work in progress, but even unfinished they bring a little cheer.

How He Loves Us So

This photo will forever make me smile. Along with the scene that transpired right before it was captured. Little Sister in his arms, leading Music, the dogs running at his feet, Wyatt running ahead. It was perfect.

Here We Go Again

Don't really know if I'll be able to keep up with a blog. A little too timid, I think. I've never been able to write without assuming an audience. Even diaries I kept at the age of 8, I carefully worded and edited. I've always loved biographies and autobiographies and I think I was keenly aware those were full of journal entries and personal words that were never intended for an audeince. (Which is probably why I like them so much!) Anyway, a blog is even more bizarre - it's public, yet it seems presumptous to assume an audience, yet I simply can not write any other way.

I'm overthinking.

Here's the biggest issue. I'm not a writer, a photographer, a designer, a poet or a even a dreamer ... and those are who write my favorite blogs. But, I'm inspired by all of them. So, at the urging of a few, mainly one, here we go again.

I'll start with this, a lovely song made even lovelier by Daniel.

DREAMS WHERE I AM SLEEPING from Destin Cretton on Vimeo.