I was driving home from bible study with that Kohls bag sitting there. I was taking the clothes back that my husband asked me to return. Clothes that didn't fit right and one sweater that made me wonder if Douglas knows I'm not 48. I was ready to be home, but you know that Kohls bag sitting there. So Addie and I headed to Kohls for the very quick return. And a possible purchase of a $4 Clifford and the $2 Clifford Goes To Kindergarten book. As we were heading out, much quickly than I anticipated I walked outside and it was pouring. Addie and I ran giggling to the car. I started driving thinking I wish I wasn't drenched right now and if I had just gone straight home we'd be dry. That's when I started thinking about that dreaded submission word. DunDunDDDDuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn It was like a picture of submission with God. Sometimes when God asks something of us, asking us to obey It doesn't make the days, months or years easier. Sometimes the storms...
"we tend to stay away from mourning and dancing. too afraid to cry, too shy to dance. we become narrow-minded complainers, avoiding pain and also true human joy. while we live in a world subject to the evil one, we belong to God. let us mourn, and let us dance." -henri nouwen