Life as a Sponge

I am hopeful despite recent bad news. My car went into the shop, we were asked to move out, and Steve broke his toe and has had the flu twice this month. It seems that there is always a blessing, however. I am thankful that Steve only broke one toe considering the circumstances. We were afraid that he might have Pneumonia or need some tests done to insure that he wasn’t brewing some sort of cancer being a smoker in his fifties. Turns out his lungs are remarkably healthy and we will be able to quit smoking in time. The car may have not been worth fixing if the cost was over two thousand dollars, and we would have been without a vehicle, but the fix ended up being much less. There is a blessing in my current move. I have a place to go to with my mother, and I have been shown how our relationship has grown leaps and bounds. I will be able to support her in her coming years as she gets older. It feels really good, and we may never have to move again. There may be more trouble on the horizon, but I know that I am blessed. My last post was about noticing how I feel so much more alive when I spread kindness and I share what I have, which may seem little, but I am okay and actually better off when I realize that I have enough to share. I am provided for, and honestly, it can be kind of fun when a door shuts in your face, there can be so much to learn, and so much opportunity to change, better yourself, or just take an alternative course. We don’t want life to become boring, stagnant, every now and then life twists and squeezes out the excess that is not necessary. Change can be sudden, or come in the form of a scare or suffering, but as we push through we develop relationships, work through things that need to be changed or seen. We are flying through space, we are in a vortex and we are spinning. It would be crazy to resist riding the wave. At moments we are pulled under but we always resurface. I am thankful for these organic movements, for God’s finite manipulation of events, stories, and circumstances. I am a sponge in this life, I absorb, become saturated, get squeezed by some almighty power, my cells may seem purely functionary, but they are alive and part of an almighty creation existing in a divine plan. At times I become saturated with filth, but I become clean, and I am given the gift to clean up messes. I am one of many, but I am unique in my bacteria, for no one has been where I have been, touched what I have touched or seen what I have seen.