A tradition of the past is Trader Jo’s almond croissants for when we wanted to be treated to a special morning. Flat doughy squares, rise overnight and bake into airy, crispy, buttery croissants with a gooey yummy almond center to delight the taste buds.
These have been in my freezer, but I haven’t treated myself since death. The joy of sharing this sweet treat is just gone. Yet today, no yesterday, I decided to treat myself, and out of the freezer they came to rise overnight. Maybe no joy in sharing, but now joy in the pure delight of yumminess and being kind to myself.
Alone again… seems to be a mantra for me, yes alone again this mother’s day… most days. I’m adjusting, slowly, with acceptance but not approval. I’ll accept my days as given to me… I’ll not approve of pain or sadness or loneliness for I know that God didn’t create this world for pain and sadness and loneliness. So why are they here? Why do we walk these unintended paths? Lots of complex answers, or one very simple answer, but the answer really isn’t the point of the question for me, today.
Today, I accept this day given me. Today, I trust that my God is with me. Today, I trust that the plan set out for me from the beginning, is unfolding. Today, I will see deeply and listen intently. Today, I will be loved of God. Today, I will let that love flow through. Today, I believe…
And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her from the Lord. Luke 1:45
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