My breath has been taken away by Sunflowers growing on a vacant-right-now lot where a house used to stand pre-November 17th. The whole lot is covered with Sunflowers standing tall and nodding their heavy heads in the breeze.
Just a block over I've watched builders make amazing strides on a home that didn't exist a week or two ago. It's standing tall-er and taller each day as I slink past in my mini van taking pictures and trying to explain to the workers that it's not my home, but I'm excited just as well.
I've been making strides (this time pun intended) on running and realized that my back was out of alignment, so went to my favorite neighborhood chiropractor. I always feel I'm standing tall-er afterwards for a few days.
I've stood tall next to dear friends of our family while their little girl has open heart surgery, not afraid of our faith and praying with them in a hospital waiting room knowing the peace that surpasses all understanding falls upon them as they wait.
I've also cried in my car because I'm tired, cranky, a little bit lost for direction and pulled in so many others, wishing I could stand a little taller to see what's just around the bend in my future that would make it all ok.
This morning Penny was doing some crafts. Making little flowers to attach to pencils or straws. She hands me the one pictured below as I'm making appointments and sending emails and doing my daily grind. I'm working furiously while I have a few moments of (semi) quiet, I almost miss it, this little gift and blessing from my little girl, clearly sent by God, that little change of perspective, that little nudge. Right there on my calendar, for me to write the last of my to-do list and appointments with.
That's where I want to be. Standing tall and shouting my praise.
