a bad day

Ahhhh.....a husband who can cook, a nice cold mojito, and opera in surround sound. Melts away the stresses of a really really REALLY bad day. That and remembering that even on my WORST day I have it better than 99 percent of the world.

The reading of the day really helped me too:

Part of it(from Ephesians 4:1-7): "live in a manner worthy of the call you have received, with all humility and gentleness, with patience,bearing with one another through love, striving to preserve the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace: one Body and one Spirit, as you were also called to the one hope of your call; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all."

Peace!

Not enough time

Today as I was driving home from body pump (which ROCKS!), I was watching pelicans and cranes flying overhead, and enjoying the beautiful Florida sky (and weather), listening to my favorite radio station, and marveling at how so many drivers just zip on by, in such a hurry to go somewhere, nowhere, anywhere? And I saw a man walking along the road, a man who obviously was in need of a job and help and more importantly, prayer. And here I was in my Lexus cocoon, heading to my big air conditioned house, and all I could do was make the sign of the cross, and say a prayer that this man's needs would be met and that he already had God in his life. From there my mind raced onward to "what type of legacy am I going to leave in this world? I'm 55 years old and what do I have to show for my time on earth? There is not enough time left for me to help everyone, to do what I should do, to help who needs help. And yes, this is a once or twice weekly occurrence--yeah, I've reached the midlife craziness, folks.

Then I came home and ate a bag of chips with Jalapeno cheddar dip, balanced the checkbook, and watched Master Chef to slow down my brain