Let Us Sing

How do you rise up when you’re broken? How can you possibly pick them up, when the pieces scattered on the ground are you? What if you are not only shattered but are also physically too exhausted to even think about doing more for your state of mind? 

Miserable. It’s what you’ve become. The only way you can get out is to get help and get more sleep. For someone to swoop in and save you… Finally let you rest. To fight the battle for you even for just one day.

But I’ve discovered one more thing that you can do and it’s nearly impossible. But if you can manage to do it… If you can summon just an ounce more and make one more choice. Hard… Or as impossible as it may seem… it will change you.

It will change your day and change the direction that your heart your mind and your life are going.

What is it? 

Gratefulness

Yes I’m sure… The last thing that you want to think about. Being grateful, being thankful for what you have. For what you don’t have. Because sometimes what you have can seem to be so little. So as your world falls apart and your brokenness swallows you, why and how can you be grateful?

Say it out loud

Even if every fiber in you resists and doesn’t believe the words squeaking out of your mouth. Just say words of gratefulness out loud. What are you thankful for? A soft blanket? The way your kid smiles at his baby sister? That it isn’t raining today? Anything, small or big.Image

Just try it. What do you have to lose? 

It’s such an obvious start to changing your day, your week, changing YOU. But it has to come out of your lips and blossom–like a fragile sprout from the cold ground, clinging to every glimpse of sunlight. Let your small but crucial thank you’s rise up, and you will feel your heart lighten and open up to something we are all thirsting to find:

Hope.

Inevitable

If I could ask someone a specific question about my future, would I want to hear what they had to say? If what they said was just how it was going to be no matter how hard I tried or what I did. Would I still try? Crystal Ball by John William Waterhouse 

Would I still make decisions to steer my life in a different direction, knowing that it was always going to be what was predicted? Would it be considered determination to try against all odds or mere stupidity, like a mouse on a running wheel. Getting nowhere fast.

But at least the mouse gets exercise. She gets stronger than the other mice that aren’t trying. I’d rather be trying and strong, though my goal be futile, than complaisant and weak, waiting for the inevitable. So I may know the shattering waves will always crash against me, but would it not be better to be able to dive into them instead of letting them smash me with their certainty?

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Whenever I knock over a glass I’m trying to avoid or bang into something right when I’m trying not to wake the baby (which is often), I think one thing: 

I’d be a horrible spy

LMAO what?!? Why does this come to mind whenever I’m clumsy (which is always)??? Like I have people wanting me to apply to become a spy? I’m ridiculous.

#tiredmommythought #howDOyoubecomeaspy