Hey there readers,
Blessings on this Friday evening. The warm weather has made it’s welcoming arrival here in Alaska, and it’s oh so groovy! Shorts and shirts weather. 🙂
So, amazing news arised today at work that impacts my wife’s current situation. In an amazingly positive way. Grateful on God’s presence as we navigate difficult obstacles. A lot of life’s challenges simply provide opportunities for growth, perseverance, and endurance for what’s to occur.
After work, both her and I took time to rejoice. Taking a walk up the road to a gas station we both like. It almost sounds redneck in a way, sure. Any chance to get exercise and clock out a workout on our watches, time to get the dogs walking, and laugh and talk with one another, is always a good moment to hold close.
So. The 7-Up part of this story.
I picked out a 12pack of one of our favorite sodas. Brought everything to the counter. Paid for everything. Waved bye to the dude behind the counter and gave him a smile.
Both my wife and I walked towards the road. Took a bight of a Zinger, which I did regret a few moments later. Hell. Highly compacted sugar riddled treats like that come from a Tooth Decay advocacy center.
After crossing a few roads and moving the bags from one arm to the next, I dropped the 12pack all over the sidewalk. Cans began spinning out and about like that obnoxiously large rolling pin lookin thing that fell off the truck in Toy Story 2. A moment that normally, most would be upset and annoyed about, we both laughed and worked together to pick them all up and use this moment to smile.
If I were to offer up a weird lesson from this, drop a 12pack once in a while. You may learn something about your reactionary brain.
Listen to, Love, off my upcoming album, Guided, which is set to release this summer.