I was really, really stressed. And tired. With a million thoughts in my head, let alone my heart.
I was thinking about managing my volunteers' schedules for the week. Finding time to get together with my girlfriends to lovingly keep involved in their lives. Thinking about P. and I and where we're going. How long it had been since I saw my family. How long it had been since I saw a clean kitchen floor. How in the world to give this needy dog all the attention he wants, and probably deserves.
And I was praying.
And then two words in my prayer changed my whole perspective.
It started as a reflex-type, half-hearted choice of saying thank you.
Thank you for the volunteers who give of their time with joy and compassion. For my girlfriends who have lifted me up and made me laugh and cry. For this gift of a man however long we're on this journey together. For my precious family who picks up where we left off whenever we're together. Even for this cute little apartment kitchen and that it's cupboards aren't empty.
And yeah, even for this needy dog who snuggles up next to me when I'm alone, who loves me unconditionally.