U R Loved 2

As previously shared, several episodes these last few months had proven taxing.  

Hissing and spitting—much to my own annoyance and shame—had happened a bit too frequently.  Impatience and frustration—like colds and the flu bug in winter—had run rampant.  Self-control seemed to have gone (waaaaay) south.

Through the madness (foolishness, if you will), my faith had been sitting on a see-saw.  Good/fortunate things seemed to happen to other people.  I felt as if God didn’t love me.

Then, lo and behold, the very day I was thinking that, a car pulled alongside me on a busy boulevard.  A sign on the back read: U R Loved 2.  Off it drove.

A coincidence?  Methinks not.  I don’t believe in them.

The upshot?  Through each new (challenging) day, I must remember: God does indeed love me, too, and that’s really awesome.

I’m going to look at what has so far transpired as the start of a new journey, an education, and an evolution.

And as I’ve oft said (but have been negligent in observing): keep the faith.  No matter what.