I went to the park today. After many text messages and one voicemail saying that if I didn't call her back and let her know I was alive then she would show up on my door step, I was convinced of needing to go to the park. (Actually, I was convinced by the time the first text message came around, but they just kept coming!)
Anyway, I walked to the park with 3 little (?) girls in tow.
And she brought me coffee. And we sat on the bench at the park while her 2 girls and my 3 raced around.
And we drank the coffee, and we talked, and I felt better. It was like finding that moment of calm in a storm, where you can just sit back and relax and everything that mattered rolls off your shoulders for a few hours. It was like that.
Over a few hours and a cup of coffee, I felt ok again. It's hard to be mad at someone who brings you coffee. (I'm not actually mad at Paula. I will hide under her porch because I love her.)
Just for those few hours, nothing else mattered. I was there, in that moment.
Life happens, and bad things happen, and there's nothing anyone can do about it except roll with it. But once in a while, in your crazy life, something happens that reminds you everything will be ok in the end, to remind you that you aren't alone in this, that things will get better, that you won't always be this sick or this exhausted or whatever.
For me, today, it just happened to be a couple hours at the park with my mentor over cups of coffee.
For those few hours, I felt like everything was going to be ok, that we will find answers to whatever this mystery disease is, that I won't always be this tired or this sick or this upset over not knowing. It will get better.
In these hours, God reminded me of something ~ Sometimes He calms the storm, and other times He calms His child.