There is a certain nostalgia for me when the seasons change. When spring pops green and flowery, I think back to when my husband I were first dating and then five years later, newly engaged.
Here's the timeline of our relationship...
All we know is that we are changing, every single day. What we don't know is where that change will take us or what our future holds. What we need is friends and loved ones around us who will be there. People who will pray and help as we struggle and then commit to caring for us when what and who we are is finally revealed.
When we care for people, we abandon ego to help them. We desire to see them succeed, to come to their fullest potential. We don't want them to stay the same because we believe in their ability to become exactly who they were created to be.
This is a delicate lesson that my husband has helped me learn.
My morning routine is seriously life-saving.
Strangely, I am an unusual mixture of a basically happy person with a melancholy temperament. Several years ago, I was experiencing a general funk that I couldn't shake and Cosmo suggested it might be depression. It was here, in the throes of depression that I first started a morning routine.