In the midst of my blah-yuck-ickyness I received a ridiculously touching letter from a DEAR friend and coincidentally an invite to the Keys for the weekend. A bunch of friends of mine were headed down to a swanky place in paradise. Just so happens my parents have a condo in the keys close to where they were staying and –they love their baby girl– handed me the keys and gave me half-day off and dog-sitting services. (Can you tell they are very eager for me to get back to being me?)
So I went. On FAITH.
“Getting back out there” is a bit complicated for me. I long more than anything to re-connect with my old friends. BUT part of me is…like….shy or something. They stuck together and I drifted away and even when I moved back home (expecting to fully engage again) I see them…once a year? It’s pitiful and it is because I isolate and spend so much time focusing on recovering. SO, I feel….guilty? lame? Whatever..suffice it to say it’s UNNECESSARILY complicated but I put my stupid head to shame and went.
Because GOD WANTED ME TO AND I KNEW IT.
Well, God is the ultimate Dr.
COMPLETE AtITUde ADjuStMenT iNStAnTaneOuSLy.
And now….I am….Just wow.
I feel sooooooo much better. God rewards for you for taking a step in Faith.
And again I hear God:
“For Real Child! This ain’t no Burger King! You can’t have it your way, baby-girl. Who you think is up in here running this place….It ain’t Ronald McDonald! Trust ME..I know whats G-O-O-D.”
Dang. The Man can TELL IT!! (0: