Lately I've been wrestling with a concept. The idea that there's a difference between as good as it can possibly be and as good as it can possibly be, today.
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Today is the sort of day that usually stalls me when I've taken on challenges like this 90 day blogging challenge. To give you some idea, not only do I feel like I have little and less to say, today, but my time is in short supply, as well. In fact I'm using talk to text as I drive to narrate this into my blog even now, because I don't know when else I would fit it in.
I've started to see my own heart clearly, for the first time in a long time. At first, I was discouraged, as I recognized shreds of myself, laying in disconnected pieces. The way I've been procrastinating about our adoption. Procrastinating about some of the work I want to accomplish, creatively. The many doubts that I have allowed to speak to me with the authority of truth, for so long that those voices are my trusted confidants. My heart bears Jonah's brand, and I realize I've spent months in the belly of the whale.
When we sat down at a table together, for better or worse, we attended the ritual of being family, and somehow this made it so.
Mostly I think of dimly lit Italian restaurants, the smell of garlic hanging like a spirit in the air, and dad ordering Chianti in a weird accent, insisting despite the confusion of the wait staff, that he was pronouncing it authentically.