We started the morning slowly, although I’d been up since 4:30 with the dogs, resting on the couch and staring at the television. Somehow I came across a 1972 Tom Selleck movie called Daughters of Satan. Quite possibly the worst thing I’ve ever seen, but I watched the whole damned thing.
It’s 9:15 now and Cole watches Phineas and Ferb as he chews a granola bar; I read Donald Miller and drink coffee. We’re both a year older, but the morning feels just like last Saturday and that feels…. good. Today, this makes sense to me:
“And so my prayer is that your story will have involved some leaving and some coming home, some summer and some winter, some roses blooming out like children in a play. My hope is your story will be about changing, about getting something beautiful born inside of you about learning to love a woman or a man, about learning to love a child, about moving yourself around water, around mountains, around friends, about learning to love others more than we love ourselves, about learning oneness as a way of understanding God. We get one story, you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn’t it?
It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out.
I want to repeat one word for you:
Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn’t it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. And you will not be alone. You have never been alone. Don’t worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.”
-Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts: Light, God and Beauty on the Open Road