Clear

Remember back in middle school when you had a zit that you were sure was taking over your entire face and that it was the only thing people saw when they looked at you? You were also sure that if that zit would just go away you’d get asked to dance by the cute boy, you’d ace your algebra test, you’d suddenly be popular and know exactly what to say to get the whole class laughing at your cleverness.

But you were wrong. Wrong first about people being able to see that zit and only that zit when they looked at you. Yeah, maybe some of them noticed, but it was hardly the tumor you thought it was.

And wrong second about everything being perfect once it finally did clear up. Nothing is ever perfect. You just have to learn to be happy anyway. Sometimes it’s hard to be happy when you think you have a tumor growing on your face, but, as a wise man once said, “No misfortune is so bad that whining about it won’t make it worse.” It’s a skill worth developing. It will come in handy later in life.

Later, like now. Like always. Like when it would be really easy to see your entire life as being one failed dream after another, as a series of unanswered prayers, as so many things that just aren’t going your way.

Yes, it would be easy to focus on all that isn’t going right, on the one big zit, and to miss the fact that you still have a lot of clear skin, that you still have friends even though you think your face looks like ground beef.

It is with that in mind, and in defiance of my teenage alter ego, that I declare that our life has never been better. We’re able to spend a lot of time together as a family. We have lots of flexibility in our schedule. We are free to get excited about even the smallest hint of an opportunity, but it is never much of a letdown when the hint only leads to another hint. We’ve been free to dream all day about everything that lies ahead, but without getting impatient about how they never seem to get any closer.

And, best of all, we get to take each day as it comes. No worries about tomorrow. Because tomorrow could be clear, or it could be a breakout.

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  1. That, my girl, is faith, and I admire you greatly for it.

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