Did you forget too?
I really am not one to make wishes.
I much prefer to put my hope in things with power, like prayer.
And I’d REALLY wish that I didn’t watch “Real Steel” with Monte Sunday night
because I CRIED at the end.
It’s about fighting robots, people!
Clearly, I’m hormonally imbalanced.
I could take a different approach and go all Amy Grant in the song, “Grown Up Christmas List” and wish for war to end and for everyone to have a friend.
I could go Pharrell Williams and wish to be “Happy”.
You know how I love that song.
I could go broad and and wish for good health for my family and friends.
I could wish for a money tree to grow in my backyard right next to my beloved Sycamore so that we could be full-time givers.
I could really go for all the nooks and crannies of my house to be cleared, cleaned and organized.
I’d certainly wish to be a published author.
And for some of the issues we are having dealing with the school to be resolved quickly and painlessly.
But I have to say,
this isn’t my first rodeo.
I know that war, however brutal, can be necessary to end heinous things like the holocaust and terrorist acts like 9/11.
I know that even though it is miserable to experience and even worse to watch, friends come and go for a reason. Sometimes personal growth can only come with separation.
I know that good health isn’t a guarantee--for anyone. And how we choose to handle it is one of God’s greatest lessons.
I know that money can’t buy happiness. And great creativity is born out of finding and making beauty with limited resources. And giving out of our “little" means so much more than giving out of our “lots”.
I know that the only way to get organized is to roll up my sleeves and do it myself: one nook and cranny at a time. [sigh]
I know that unwritten books don’t get published. But practice and practice and practice improves technique. And rejection polishes it.
I know that conflict can bring about important character traits. Patience only comes from being in situations that require it. Compassion comes from putting ourselves in another’s position. True change comes from the slow baby steps while holding someone’s hand rather than the fast leaps that can sometimes knock others down.
I know all this,
but don’t always remember it.