It's a new day!

I ended my post last night with "Tomorrow is a new day."  So here I am on this rainy day to share that a new day did indeed come.

No matter how far along I feel like I have come in this healing journey, inevitably something comes along that knocks me back down.  And although I hope those triggers happen with less frequency over time and have less of an impact, I imagine this will be my life for some time still.  I don't know if you ever truly get over a great loss.  You just find a way to grow from the experience and put it into the right perspective so that you can move on.  

So back to today, I woke up to the sound of rain.  I love rain.  In planning for my walk to church, I put on a pair of quick dry shorts and sandals and pulled out my rain jacket.  The rain was pretty steady and clearly had been quite steady for many hours as the puddles were abundant and deep.  

I paused only for a moment when I reached that first puddle before I stepped into the cool, ankle deep water.  The feel of my feet in the rain water gathered on the ground restored something in me.  Joy bubbled over as I stomped in the next puddle and danced in the rain.  When given the choice, I even turned right onto the street with an even larger puddle.

When I arrived at church, I was ready to lean into the energy and love that filled the building.  I even had a chance to sit next to a new friend when the choir joined the congregation to listen to our new interim senior pastor preach.

I'm sure that yesterday won't be the last day I struggle to pull myself out a funk.  But it sure helps to see the pattern repeated over and over of getting a chance at a new day.  It makes moving through the pain more bearable when there is a certainty of joy to follow eventually.