Today, as I was ironing my husbands shirt for the first time since I started growing his son, the fact that I grew up smacked me in the face like a blast of hot steam.
I love my life. It is all that I dreamed it would be as a little girl, except for that short period of time when I thought I wanted a career, HA! It's nothing like that. I love looking back and seeing how the Lord has worked everything out. Out of chaos comes a beautiful picture. I remember a school assembly we had in middle school. An artist came and painted while we watched. It was amazing. Millions of dots of color that made no sense at all. Then suddenly the face of Jesus was staring at us, thorny crown and all.
My ten year high school reunion is this year. Two of my friends from childhood, whom I love dearly, have lost a parent. People I know, grew-up with, played barbies with, ran around their neighborhoods in our swimsuits at midnight. These ladies, who I would do anything for even if we hadn't seen each other in 20 years, have felt the devastating loss of a parent. My heart breaks at the thought. I called my Mom this morning and cried. Poor Momma, she was at work and took a break just to take my call. The Lord knew I needed to talk to her, she isn't usually able to answer my calls when she is at work.
I'm just wondering what happened to the little girl with a perm like Annie. One minute I was staring in the mirror practicing for my cooking show and the next minute my kids are screaming for dinner. No time to banter with the camera today folks, these kids want food!
It's just an odd nostalgic kind of day. The rain, the sun, the rain, the sun. Makes for a moody me I guess. That and this boy! Seems this pregnancy is much more emotional.
Thanks for sticking with me on this little therapy session. It helps.
~And So That's What She Did.
The Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:18
By the way I found this wikipedia definition of nostalgia interesting.
The term nostalgia describes a sentimentality for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations.[1] The word is a learned formation of a Greek compound, consisting of νόστος (nóstos), meaning "homecoming", a Homericword, and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "pain, ache". It was described as a medical condition, a form of melancholy, in the Early Modern period, and became an important trope in Romanticism.[1]
