Sunday Coming Down
Our flight arrived back in Midland/Odessa late last evening, after a very bumpy flight thru a thunderstorm coming into Houston. We were home before midnight, much to the pleasure of four furkids who survived well without us but were mighty happy we returned! The suitcases are unpacked and stowed away, the laundry is piled in baskets and waiting, and we sit quietly contemplating the drab brown scenery outside our windows and returning to the high pressure workweek routine tomorrow. While it's hard to think about that, and we'd all like to live that fantasy life of never having to work hard for another day, it is our reality, and even in that we are blessed, because we can work, and we have jobs to work at. We have a cozy little home, and loving children who are doing well, we have furkids that cherish and depend on us, and we have friends who cheered for every happy moment we experienced on this amazing gifted vacation. It is something we never would have had the opportunity to do if it wasn't for Carrie and McGuffy Ann's incredible generosity. How many people actually give away a trip... or pass it on if they win one? It's one of those magical things God brings to remind us just how good life is.
If someone would have told Josie Two Shoes six years ago that one day she would meet a wonderful man, live a life where she is cherished and cared for, and would get to take amazing vacations to places she has only read about, she would have laughed, and then she would have cried at the pitiful reality of her life at that time. Take heart people, no matter where your life is at today, it can be something so different and wonderful tomorrow, life hold many surprises and even more blessings. Today, as I sit here reflecting, looking at my little bag of seashells and sand collected from the beach at Tybee Island, and munching on our last piece of fudge from a River Street shop, I realize how very, incredibly blessed I am!