Twenty-Four Found Me

If you don't get the reference, you're not my mom.  If you are my mom and you still don't get it, we have a problem and I'm not as clever as I think I am.  The song that I'm talking about (yep, it's a song) fully embodies everything I'm feeling right now.  I was talking about it with Gracie the other day. One line in particular stood out to me: I want to see miracles, see the world change, wrestle the angel for more than a name. And it got me. Right here. 

I was going to summarize this most recent journey around the sun with a really introspective look at how God has grown and changed me, but you already know all that.  Then, I thought I would look ahead. Except God has a way of throwing my ideas out the window while He does His thing.  So today, I'm just going to share the past twenty-four hours.

A couple beautiful people messaged me at midnight, then another at 4 a.m. All of which I responded to with bleary eyes at 5.  

I drank coffee and (separately) apple cider vinegar water and put hemp powder in my oatmeal. It's protein. Not drugs.  Pinkie promise.  The girls and I went through the school day mostly hiccup free.

Our Até made biko for my birthday cake, which I feel was the proper way to celebrate a birthday in the Philippines.  Lunch was leftover lentil curry, because leftovers are my love language, okay? The rest of the afternoon was, dare I say it, uneventful.  There were no existential epiphanies or life changing experiences.

Today, I existed.

Today, that was enough because I know beyond the shadow of a doubt God has me exactly where He wants me.

Today, I purchased homeward bound airplane tickets.  

Tonight, I'm praying because it isn't enough to want miracles and change.  I want to be a part of them.

To infinity and beyond!