I feel like I am in a cycle of
50 First Dates. Only I’m not Drew Barrymore, and from what I can tell Adam Sandler does not want me. In the movie, Barrymore’s character wakes up every morning unable to recall her short term memory. She awakes disoriented unable to remember what she ate, what she wore, or what fishy smelling
yet charming boy she met the day before. Every day after their initial meeting, Sandler’s character has to win her over all over again, and she has to fall in love with him for the first time all over again.
Waking up in the morning might be the most challenging thing I do. Lets face it, it’s hard to think, it’s hard to open my eyes wide enough to see 20/20, it hard to answer questions in an intelligent manner, and there are so many routines I have to complete before I can go to work- shower, prevent cavities, tame the bird’s nest that grows on my head, select a top and bottom that coordinates, and many other mundane task.
The process makes me frustrated. By the time I’m done getting dressed, my heart feels disconnected from the maker of the universe, and it is usually in denial that other souls exist on our planet.
Usually at some point in my day, I find my love again. Some days I don’t want Him to find me, and some days I look for Him. Either way, when I curl up on my twin bed at night I’m usually lying in His arms.
Join me on a journey of falling in love with the God of the universe.
We might even learn to care for the other souls that walk the earth with us. We might have some rough mornings, but we won’t go to bed alone.
