For years whenever life becomes too big for us, Hubby and I joke (?) that we should sell everything and go live in a van down by the river. We fantasize painting it psychedelic colours like pink, orange and purple; with love and peace signs drawn all over it. Doesn't this sound like the coolest, most groovy thing to do at our old age???
We could call it "Ye Old Hippy Van" and apply for a legal marijuana license (old age pain - don'ja know) and grow pot to smoke and subsidize our pensions! Mmmm... this sounds so darn tempting, except...
Hubby would miss his big screen T.V. and I, my Tassimo!
So what instead of "Ye Old Hippy Van"? What can we do when life feels so chaotic and crushing that we fear we might lose our minds?
Like the eye of the hurricane; we must go to that special place, that sweet spot amid the storm.
That place that no matter what, always makes us smile and feel right; like the football finals on the big screen T.V., the delicious cuppa from the Tassimo, whatever...
Curling up with a good book.
Snuggling a grandchild.
Playing ball with our puppy.
Eating those hidden macaroons from the freezer.
Being in the protective arms of our loved one.
Praying and singing glorious praises to Jesus.
These are the sweet spots. These make the craziness of life bearable. This is what gratitude really means; enjoying our life despite the storms.