So, I started to type this to you from my new iPad, but since I don’t have a case yet, it sits at a funny angle and I tend to hit wrong keys all the time because it wants to tip. So, maybe when I get the case I’ll type to you from the iPad. Suffice to say that it is absolutely awesome, and that I am forever grateful to Act-Today.org for granting it to me. (Note to self: After therapy session with iPad, write thank-you note to Act-Today…)
Sometimes I get stuck in a rut. Every day feels the same, every week the same as the last. I wake up, Diet Mountain Dew, type, get ready, staff, DMD #2, mom calls, staff, shower #2, type, sleep. Day in, day out. Every week, I have staff on Monday, (Tuesday is currently unstaffed), Wednesday, and Friday. I go to bible study. I see Mom on the weekend. Week in, week out.
Every day there is cleaning, vacuuming cat litter, cleaning up cat throw up. Elsie P’s been in a spiral, so, oh, is there cat throw up. She woke me up at 6 AM (hence my typing to you pre-8AM on a Saturday) to eat, and it’s stayed down these last two hours, so, so far, so good. Won’t be overly optimistic because I know how this cat works. I also know that, in the end, she’ll pull through. That’s my kitty girl. Lest I sound like I resent her for her cat-litter-tracking and up-throwing, I don’t for a second. I mean, I don’t enjoy those things… in fact, cleaning up after her often makes me sick, too… but she’s my kitty and it’s my job and that, well, that’s that.
Thus, when I woke up at 6AM, knowing that I was unlikely to go back to sleep, I was thinking, okay, self… what is new today?
And then, I had two thoughts that collided with one another.
The first was that, who needs “new” when you have what I have? I have an amazing therapist. I have an incredible church home. I am able to type. I even have an iPad, my goodness! Why do I search for this “new” thing when I have so much? I need to revel in what I do have and lay off the “new” search.
Second, I thought to myself, that His mercies are new every morning. And, after all, isn’t that what matters? Who needs new stuff or new people when you have a God who, upon waking each day, forgives you all over again?
Not me. No, not me.