Just Keep Brushing
My friend got me this picture. I see it every morning….a reminder that sometimes, often times, it’s the simple actions that can help move me through my day.
Oh, by the way, the perfume bottle — Chandler bought that for me for Christmas last year. It will be my forever treasure. The cologne bottle — one of Chandler’s favorites, Blue Sugar. He always wore it when he’d go out dancing. I nabbed it from his room and wore it to his celebration of life service, along with his Board & Brew t-shirt. I thought it only fitting that I smell like Chandler while dancing to one of his favorite DJs at Board & Brew after the service.
So, the simple actions…
First, brush your teeth. Then shower. Next, get dressed. Make a spinach smoothie. Take Charli to school. Decide whether it’s a “short way to work” or a “long way to work” morning and start driving.
One small action usually leads to the next. Being still, feeling what I need to feel, giving myself space to just BE is one thing. Inertia is another. It’s easy to feel like you just don’t want to move when there’s a two-ton weight on your shoulders. It’s perfectly normal and even necessary sometimes to stop moving—completely. But I don’t want to allow myself to be overtaken by prolonged periods of inertia. I’m fully aware, also, that what seems “prolonged” to me today could very well change with the passing days or weeks.
I really can’t recall a single day since December 15 that I haven’t experienced something positive — a moment of deep joy, an encouraging word, a reassuring hug, a sense that I’m being carried along by strong arms that I cannot see, a peace that seems out of place for the circumstance.
When I don’t feel like moving, like brushing my teeth, I try to live into this reality — every day God is with me. So I will keep brushing my teeth. And He will just keep showing up. Every single day.