Throwing Me a Bone

I'd been feeling the familiar ache, the what-am-I doing-with-my-life feeling. My desire to be somebody tried to convince my flailing spirit I needed a change. I'd even prayed, "God, what else could I do?"

But as is His way, just when I started to question myself, just when I floundered thinking what I do doesn't matter at all, God threw me a bone.

While waiting at the high school to pick up kids, one of Drama Queen's friends came bounding for the van.

"Hey, I need to talk to you," she said, "I'm doing a photojournalism project where I have to take a bunch of pictures and I need your help. I'm supposed to get shots of people I want to be like. Can I take a picture of you as a stay-at-home mom?"

"Sure," I said, hardly believing my ears, stuffing the temptation to say something self-abasing.

"Great! I'll be talking to you!" she said with a smile.

I drove away still incredulous at what she asked. Why would she want to be like me? There's nothing exciting about my life. But instead of analyzing it (as is my terrible habit), I decided to accept it as a gift from God, a confirmation I'm doing what He wants me to do.

I took the bone, gave thanks and let it be. Progress.

And, Cutie Patootie, thank you for boosting this old lady's spirit.



Photo Credit: RaGardner4