In all journeys, there are steep climbs, plateaus, roaring rapids and tranquil summits. I've been riding the rapids lately and it's been tough. But not as tough as a homeless person, or an abused person, or a forgotten person. I am so very blessed that sometimes I can't see the forest, I get caught in my idea of what the forest should look like, not what it does look like.
That's a signal that it's time to push the restart button, reboot and find where I'm at. Get out my compass and check my bearings. It's all good. Sometimes it's just hard to see that.
