Today was a day that I could definitely bypass and be quite relieved. This was the day that Mooshu, the puppy, pooped on the fireplace hearth for the billionth time and right in front of J (no shame), ate crayons, coffee filters and tore up a box of soap (praying that the soap isn't in his stomach). The hilariousness of it all is that he is now at my feet, snoring. I guess being naughty is exhausting!
I have discovered that when I am feeling stressed (which has been quite often lately), the best place for me to be is alone. When I'm alone, I talk to God, myself and even dogs and birds that I walk past throughout my day. Yesterday, after really struggling with the messy house syndrome, I went upstairs to the bedroom to scream, cry, and let it all out. Instead, I walked into the bathroom for a kleenex to wipe the tears from my eyes and I saw a ladybug crawling on the floor. I picked it up and started talking to it. I gently put it on the bonsai tree (that I'm praying won't die because I'm babysitting it for a co-worker). I walked out of the bathroom and forgot about the ladybug.
A few hours later, I was feeling tired and grouchy once again and went back into the bathroom. (I have to go sometimes, right?) There she was again. Crawling around in the bathroom. I picked her up and put her back on the bonsai tree. (Reminded the tree to live, not die).
The next morning, I was laying on the bed, thinking about how difficult life can be at times. Although I hadn't lost the desire to scream, I felt brave enough to open the bedroom door and peek out. Whew. It was quiet. I went to the bathroom and there she was, belly up in a small drop of water. My heart started to pound. I was trying to figure out if ladybug cpr was possible when her leg moved. Then another leg moved. She was alive! I put her back on the bonzai once again, this time feeling nauseous because the leaves were starting to turn yellow.
I realized at that moment that the ladybug was a reminder to me that God takes care of the little and big things in my life, no matter how out of control or tough it can be. I just need to open up my hand and let go of the things keeping me from feeling happy and whole.
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