I love being spontaneous. I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy. My only "rule" for living is to be true to yourself. Pray and commit the day to the Lord, and then get at it. Don't overthink your day, whether that involves spending time at the gym ...
... or on the track ...
... or enjoying a bowl of homemade soup and a fresh chicken salad sandwich at the local Amish bakery.
On my drive home I passed the local hospital where Becky had been treated so many times. It does take courage not to dwell on the past. Time is to be used, but it is also to be enjoyed. I find that the antidote to pain is not happiness. The antidote is meaningful activity. It comes in the being and doing what God desires for you. Since Becky passed away almost 10 years ago, I have begun to crave Jesus. Desperately. I long to remember him, to commune with him, to sit in the dark and in the light and learn from him. I simply want Jesus. But I also want to be with people who love him too. He's the only one who makes sense to my broken heart.
How's that for spontaneous?