Yesterday...

...a day in which I was humbled and baffled by the impact of sitting in a small room pre-Sunday morning service with fellow sinners doing their best to do this whole "Christ-follower" thing, having a real conversation about real things and coming to no real conclusions except for the fact that we need each other to grow.  And that we MUST be real. 

...a day in which I am honored to sit in a room with like-minded people post-Sunday morning service, munching on sandwiches, realizing that God has sparked something.  And this something is about to be unleashed - for such a time as this. 

...a day in which blessings come in the form of strawberry plant starters from neighbors and fake tooth necklaces for five bucks.  Where a wardrobe of used clothing is more than enough and making cootie catchers out of scrap paper is the preferred form of entertainment.

...a day where eavesdropping on a 6 year old and an 8 year old playing Guess Who (which happens to be one of my favorite games) with COMPLETELY wrong rules could not possibly be any funnier.

...a day where I realize that the words "Mom, you're embarrassing me" are a testament to God's faithfulness.  Because in that moment, it did not matter what has or hasn't happened in the past few years and who was or wasn't watching in the past few minutes...the "nope, not gonna happen" that I've been working on in response to the attempts to steal my joy was working.  I bopped around publicly and ridiculously to the live music and ate the discarded portions of my children's treats and I didn't care.  Because I am fine.  I have my Jesus and my family and my people that He has divinely put into my life and I need nothing more.  I am still Becky.  And I still embarrass my kids.

...a day that is over.  It will never be re-created.  It will never be changed.  It is done.  Reminders of yesterday will linger.  But today is new.  New opportunities.  New reminders.  New battles to be fought.  New steps to be taken.  New approaches to embarrassing my beloved children. 

Yesterday was what it was, and today will be what it will be.  And let's not even think about tomorrow...

The more I hang around this temporary earth home, the more I realize just how simple the choice is.  I can either open my eyes to what God is doing and run towards it or I can turn my back and pretend I never noticed.  Standing still is not an option.  Pleading the fifth is unacceptable.  And living in the past will only damage me and everyone else that is impacted, whether by choice or chance, by this miraculous in and out function my lungs perform time and time again.

So here's to making today count.  To being thankful for the many things there are to be thankful for.  To taking delight in the simple elements of what can be a complicated existence.  To understanding that there is typically more to a person, situation and statement than we ever realize. 

Here's to creating another "yesterday" that we can look back and see that though imperfect, it mattered.  It was good.  No regrets.