Life As an Afterschool Special

You’ve got to get yourself together
You’ve got stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it
Don’t say that later will be better
Now you’re stuck in a moment
And you can’t get out of it

And if the night runs over
And if the day won’t last
And if your way should falter
Along this stony pass

It’s just a moment
This time will pass

U2~ Stuck in a Moment

I woke up this morning and took a deep breath and thought “I am ok” and I meant it. Despite all things that have gone wrong the past few weeks (with Bob and Matt and Amy and my car and money and looking for a roommate) I really am ok.

And it has nothing to do with my “box”

It is because I have learned when everything else is falling apart, when I feel most alone, that is when God is most near. He is comfort and strength and rest.

And I am ok because I have amazing people in my life who love me and care for me and support me.

My family encourages me and prays for me and loves me unconditionally. The hope for me, and they believe in me. Even though they are far away I know I am cared for.

And I have friends who have become family, and who have let me lean on them. On Sunday night I sent a text to a few friends saying only “Can I sleep on your couch. I need a friend”

Every single one of them called me back immediately and listened to me cry and offered comfort and support. One friend text me back and said “Stay where you are, I am coming to you” and picked me up and took me to her house and made me laugh.

My friends have slept at my house and let me sleep at their house this week, and they have come over and helped clean out the mess my roommate left and organize and taken me out to dinner. And yesterday when my car broke down a dear friend sat at Dunn Brothers for over three hours and waited with me while the tow truck came. (This is where I have to add not only did my car break down, but I got a parking ticket because of it. Ha.)

And this morning I got a text from a friend who offered to take me to her parents cabin this weekend. Her text said, “Cabin this weekend. Sex in the City Season one and two. Wine. Red or white?”

I am going to lie in the sun and drink white wine and watch Sex in the City.

And I am going to be ok. Because I am loved. And this time will pass.