Today I was going to put my happy-face on and write about our weekend visit to Chicago. I was going to write about the university campus to tour we took and how excited I am for Kelsey to be getting ready to discover the world. How proud I am of her…
You know the drill.
I say “happy-face” because that’s how I was going to cope with my existential meltdown today. Yet another replay of the broken record in my head – what am I going to do once Kelsey leaves for college, what is my purpose, what do I want to be when I grow up. Blah. Blah. Blah.
I really hate feeling/sounding/being pathetic and ungrateful so my usual remedy for this kind of identity crisis is to:
- focus on the positive
- make a mental list of things I am grateful for
- turn my attention to things/people that really need help
So that’s what I was going to do – write about our college visit.
But when I got home, I saw this-
And it made my day.
It was a gentle, if not so subtle, reminder that God is in charge of things around here. Flowers grow and bloom according to His seasons and His timetable.
It felt like a giant hug from The Master Gardener.