Bumps on the Journey
Every road in life, at some unknown juncture, has the potential for bumps. As I sit here literally bumping from pregnancy on the morn of my 33rd week, I can honestly say that life has given me a bunch of blessings and a few more bumps in the last year than I saw coming.
Now, I love cliffhangers, surprise twists and new experiences, so it’s safe to say that God loads me up on such things. I also know that being Scottish, tinged with reddish locks and an eldest makes my approach to life direct, independent and often feisty. Admissions aside, I’m finding that calm, spiritualism, support, understanding and joy are far more of what I seek to cultivate now than anything else.
I look at all the ways I express love to others—cooking, long listening sessions, playful banter, coffee or wine delivery, little notes of encouragement, concierge style question answering at odd hours, funny faces, virtual hugs, supportive advice (when requested), prayers, and trying every day to be a better me who is more Christ like.
This ride is not easy, nor is it filled with ticker tape parades, bouquets of flowers or constant attagirls. It’s rough, messy, painful and often draining . . . but it’s a gift. I need to chant that to myself every night and every morning, through marriage struggles, distance from loved ones and the physical trials of pregnancy.
Humbly, as you face your bumps, remember the following:
- What you say, do, show and share sets the tone for what you get back
- Starting from a place of love always leads to a better destination
- Hurtful words are often a cry for support from others, but don’t accept abuse
- You deserve a break, a quiet bath, a coffee escape, a movie or a moment away
- Surround yourself with those tuned to God, to love and to hope
I’m bumping with you, friends. For me, finding solid ground is as much about looking up in surrender as planting my feet firmly down.