When my kids were young, we moved from the lush green hills of Arkansas to the brown rocky landscape of New Mexico.
I didn’t recognize the beauty in either place, until I left them.
It was the season when I did nothing for anyone.
I felt like I lived in circles. Doing the same thing I did the day before. And just thankful to get through it.
I was tired and life was hard. I was stuck in a job I hated. Struggling in a broken marriage and the monotony of motherhood. I was always looking for the next “big thing” in my life to give me a temporary high. Sometimes it was shopping, sometimes it was eating.
Sometimes nothing worked.
Now when I look back, I don’t see wasted time. I see fertile ground.
Because sometimes you have to get so sick of your life, your mess, your view that you begin seeing those around you.