I'm going to be honest here...I've been a bit of a mess lately. I just can't seem to get it all together...there's just so much going on. I need to take my own advice...the advice that I am always so willing to give to everyone else. The whole 'slow down. take time to breathe. feel the sun, and the Son, on your face' advice.
I had an interesting work experience this week. I was screamed at (and yes, I do mean screamed. Anything above yelling that includes multiple expletives is immediately bumped into the screaming category) so many times on the same day that I was ready to curl up in a ball and rock back and forth, back and forth. Normally I can shake it off because it doesn't involve me, but a few of these did involve me and ugh, it was just an icky day.
And in BIG news...the rather, ummmm, snobby city I live in now has a WalMart. And yep, I went to go check out the falling prices. I have to say, it wasn't bad...but I do love me my Target.
Yesterday I had to take my mandatory online sexual harassment course. Two hours of playing Words with Friends while pushing the 'next' button every few minutes. I now feel harassed for having had to take it. Seriously. Don't sneeze in public in my state...you could be setting yourself up for a lawsuit.
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday and this is one girl who LOVES Lent. After my particularly ugly work day the day before and after dropping Brian at school I found myself at Balboa Island...I was thinking a little walk along the water with a hot tea in hand might be the perfect beginning to my day. I had forgotten what day it was and thought I'd duck into my favorite little Catholic church on the island for a little prayer time...and found myself sitting amongst the nuns for a little Lenten mass.
And then that night, I sat in church with my youngest two when IT happened. Brian was slouched over, being 14. I was just about to reach over and give him the 'please have respect and sit up straight in church' pat on the leg, when I saw Alex's arm reach over...he put his hand on Brian's back and ever so gently asked him to sit up.
I didn't acknowledge that I had seen that. I just closed my eyes and smiled. I love when God whispers...and that moment was a whisper. An 'it's all good' kind of whisper.