Newday

People find God where they find Him.



I don't think there is one right or even wrong places- just what works for you. Sweet you. I don't think you have to go to church to find Him unless you want to or need to.


Today I was stressed and I buried my nose deep in Jack the dog's neck. I slowed down my breathing to match his. I breathed in the smell of home... And I felt better. More calm. It's no wonder dog is God spelled backwards.









Today at approximately 1:16pm I quit my Monday. I just stood up and walked right on out on it. It was so incredibly liberating. I found myself smack dab in the middle of Newday which is this floaty place in between the day you quit and the next day. You can't find it on a calender. And I had pull myself out of Monday and back into Newday a few times today... I'll tell you all about that tomorrow though...

Tonight I focus on the good...


Back to Monterey... Ahhhhh. I might need to get a little bungalow there in my mind. It was 70 degrees and cool- a sharp change from 109 degree day we had in Fresno.

Parker slept terribly in the hotel... and we were awakened at 6:30 in the morning by a fire alarm.






And it was chilly in the morning- so I snuck Doodle in my shirt... I love this picture because everything from the top of his head to the tip of his curled toes says- I'm at home here... I was talking to a sweet Mom who offered to let me borrow a blanket that her baby needed...people are so good.



When I first saw this picture I thought- Eewwwww... I look so ugly...and then I had to have a heart to heart with myself. I said- Stop being so vain- you are so busy thinking about how bad you look that you are missing how adorable Parker looks...look at how happy he is... I hate to tell you -but you are not 22... Stop comparing yourself to the 22 year old you. Your abs aren't 22. Your butt isn't 22. Your face isn't 22. You will never be 22 again... Are we clear on that? And PS- You're so much smarter and better and braver than you were at 22 anyway...




Greyson's soul must remember he was born at the beach. I'm certain it's where he feels most at peace.




I day dream of a shack at the beach and barefoot forvevers...No therapy... Just us...








It wanted to post a zillion pictures for you...It was hard to narrow it all down.











Grey would just go to the edge of the shore and open his arms out wide and completely and take it all in...







I'm positive that's where Grey goes to find God- and because of that- I feel Him there too...





Going, going...gone...

I find it interesting that our trip was perfect...but that doesn't mean that everything went exactly as planned... it just means that there was much more good than not... Sometimes it's important to redefine perfection...

Tomorrow is Tuesday- or if need be- Newday at any time... I hope it is a good one...


Love,


Chrissy


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