Today I needed some travel therapy. So I chose a ghetto grocery store 25 minutes across town to do my early morning shopping-solo. Just me, windows down, country music, sunshine, and dark shades. Because I've had a lot on my mind lately. And I needed a quiet place to process "my truth" without being surrounded by noisy kids and boisterous teenagers and the pressures of family/house commitments. And what better place to do this than in a desserted grocery store at the crack of dawn? The modern woman's zen place...
Specifically my women friends have been weighing on my heart lately. Now that many of us have turned the corner into the land of 40-something, we are navigating deep waters while facing very real challenges: marital issues, raising teenagers, caring for aging parents, seeking new job/education opportunities, dealing with financial hardship, helping children deal with awkward growing up issues, all while wearing different hats and playing critical roles for so many in a crazy, crazy world. I wish that I could act and speak and carry these burdens with them/for them. But I can't. And I don't think they would require or ask it of others. But we can lean on each other, be there in the moment, bear witness to the truth, stand testimony to the facts, kneel in prayer, cheer from the sidelines, rally to the call, and help each other find the long way home again. Peace be with us all.
Easter Blessings~
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