December 9, 2012 by themommahen
Sometimes, for years after a big decision,
you I question yourself myself.
Did I make the right decision?
Will I ever make new friends?
Why don’t I have the right clothes?
Do we have enough money?
Will I ever stop missing my old friends?
Why can’t I fit into the clothes I have?
Will I ever be able to spend time with the new friends I’ve made?
Do I look okay?
Do I look old?
Should I have handled that differently?
Will we ever be able to move again?
Should I have said that?
Will I ever stop questioning myself?
Did I do the right thing?
Why isn’t my grass green anymore?
And then, sometimes if you’re lucky, when you least expect it, whether you’re listening or not, you get a message. Like when you’re driving home on a Sunday when you’ve been feeling sorry for yourself because you miss your old church in your old city and you don’t like the way you look because you have nothing to wear and more important things to do with your time and money than spend it on yourself anyway and feeling a little lonely even though you’re surrounded by your beautiful family so how could you even begin to feel sorry for yourself you ungrateful wench why can’t you just be thankful and live in the moment and just BE and blah blah blah and what’s that on the radio?
A song I’ve heard a hundred times before but never really listened to. And then there it is. A message.
I’d quote the lyrics, but that’s a big no-no, so you can either take my word for it or listen and watch at Phillip Phillips’ website (gotta give credit where credit’s due).