A Foggy Day

Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
They will run and not grow weary,
They will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31

I have had a foggy day. A day not unlike one many others probably experience here and there. Couldn't go back to sleep after the 4:30am alarm signaling my husband’s rise and shine. Just enough time for an hour of exercise before he was off to the airport for his flight. Why can’t I go back to sleep I thought. Something seemed off during the pre-dawn darkness. The nagging pain was there again…most likely gallbladder, I self diagnose. Might as well get up.

Armed with my first cup of coffee, I head out to the side deck. Smells like rain. Looking out to the west side of our yard, I see them. Aggravating as they are to me, having eaten off many pots of flowers in the previous few days, the mother deer and her twin fawns look idyllic, like a picture frozen there in my view. The babies still have their spots. Their ears look over-sized for their bodies. There they are, passing through our yard as they do many times a day, on their family outing.

I decide to go retrieve the newspaper and catch up on the news before starting the day. As I pad down the driveway, I again get the sense of something not quite right. Settled in with my second cup, realizing the nagging pain is still there, I say goodbye to hubby. Bye honey, love you, have a safe flight, good luck with your presentation. Tebowmania... Poll places jobs first….Mattress King sale...Frontier’s Annual Colorado Day Sale-maybe I should book a trip at these great rates. And then there it is on page 10A. Four in Parker family killed. They were “hit head-on by a wrong-way driver on a Texas highway at daybreak on Sunday. “ 

Exactly one day earlier tragedy had struck a family who lived a mile away from us. The 18 year old son had graduated in May with our kids…a baseball and basketball player. The 15 year old daughter also an athlete…softball and basketball. I know nothing about this family, had never met the parents. Maybe they were sitting just down the way from us at the graduation. My daughter knew the son a “little.” One of my boys had a class with him, but didn’t know him well. My other son knew that he was pretty good friends with his friend Connor, and Zach.

I continued through the day, foggy-minded. Appointments, errands, Yes…let’s stop at Blockbuster, sure we can get Baskin Robbins. A song playing on the CD talked about “stumbling through life.” Several months ago, I wrote about living intentionally, but do I? Do you? My thoughts went back to Sherm Sheuermann’s talk about “the dash” back in late May. I must clear the fog, stop stumbling and start skipping and prancing, living with the greatest of intention and get the nagging pain checked out because there are many wrong-way drivers lurking out there. I hope you do likewise!

Jesus said, “Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4

Andrea Heshmati

1 comment (Add your own)

1. Julie wrote:
I need to wake up from my own fog...thanks for the reminder to mind the dash! :-)

Sun, August 8, 2010 @ 5:38 PM

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