Faith

Faith in God.  The past two years haven't made this easy.  I think my most frequent response has been, "Yes God, I have faith.  Now, could you please HURRY UP!"


Patience isn't exactly one of my strong points, but I'm learning.  Just as I'm learning to have faith.


I'd pretty much stopped talking to God before the accident.  I mean REALLY talking.  I kept in touch, but it was more of a, "Thanks for that & now can I have this," kind of dialogue.  So, for the past two years I've been learning to talk to the only real father I have all over again.  I'm still not great at it, but we're really talking again and I feel like we're closer now.  I feel selfish when I tell Him what I want, but He says He wants to know and I'm not throwing any temper tantrums.  I'm just sharing my thoughts, saying what I'd like, and leaving the rest up to Him.  I still wish He'd hurry up though!

Priorities

Rocco had me laughing out loud this morning.  Usually he walks to the truck with me when I leave for work and I give him a few cookies.  This morning he was off exploring and missed the routine.  I left anyhow.  As I was heading out the driveway, I saw Rocco in the rear view mirror racing to catch up.  When I stopped, he came up to the driver's side and sat down, giving me a look that clearly said he wanted his cookies.  When I handed them to him, he ran back to the house.  No requests for luvins or begging to go with me.  He didn't even pause between snagging the treats and taking off!  At least he knows how to prioritize.