His builds a web on his front porch, and mine builds a web on the back. They have been there for months.
Maybe this is similar to a long-lasting relationship.
My spider began up under the roof of the porch, like it was practicing, and building up courage to safely expand. Then one day, I noticed one end of the web attached to the porch roof, but the other end was connected to a tree branch, spanning a great distance.
This act of bravery is of great benefit to the spider.
There is more web which equals more food.
During the day, the spiders curl up in a corner, and enclose themselves with webbing. Just like the building of the web, a long-lasting relationship takes effort, so there needs to be time to curl up and rest.
Each day the web becomes more massive, and it caused me to ponder bridging the gap of the relationship. The miles between the two souls.
Mr. Smith’s spider, along with mine expand their webs everyday, like Smith and I do when we feel the gap. Until that day arrives where we can share our lives as one, we can imitate the two spider’s. One at his home, one at mine. Time will bridge the gap.
I’ve read many times, “You are responsible for your own happiness.” I believe that to be true, but…
What happens when we begin giving away pieces of our happiness? Do we have to stop and refill our happy? Can our happy become depleted?
This is the cup and saucer called life.
I used to believe, having my cup full was enough, but it’s not. I can sit down to write, and sip along on a cup of tea or coffee without really paying attention to how many sips I’ve taken. One more sip and I’m staring into an empty cup. It happened by repetition.
It’s the same way with our happy.
One moment it’s there, and the next, it’s gone.
Then a very dear friend offered a revelation.
It felt like she handed me a gift. It was a shift in perspective, and changed my thinking forever!
The teacup sits in a saucer to catch the drips, or in my friends words, ‘the overflow’.
She taught me how to fill myself up, and once it flows into the saucer, give that part of me away. People should drink from the overflow. Protect your cup.
The weather forecast called for 100% chance of rain.
It was time to go home, but I wasn’t looking forward to driving through the storm. Do we ever look forward to going through an unknown situation?
It rained, but not all day. The sky grew dark enhanced by thunder and lightning, but God got me through the storm and safely home. Once I pulled into my driveway, it was still raining, but nothing like what I had driven through. It was slowing down.
Stepping out of my car and into the house, it felt like the storm was passing through. Time passed and the rain was replaced by sun dancing on my windows.
I washed the bedspread on my bed today. I couldn’t recall the last time it was washed, so it must be time.
Once it was in the dryer, I noticed something revelatory.
It was balled up in a tight ball, bouncing all around.
The dryer was set on the wrong setting for its lightweight.
It reminded me of the times in my life I was curled up like a tightly wound ball. Life would be too much to handle, and I would just bowl through and begin again.
Pulling the bedspread from the dryer, I unwrapped it and released its ball-like shape. Placing it back in the dryer on the Permanent Press setting, it dried beautifully.
What is your setting?
Maybe you are feeling older than you are and need some ‘wrinkle release.’ Today may be the day you need to go easy on yourself, so ‘Delicate’ cycle it is, or you need some air, so ‘air fluff’ sounds dreamy.
Whatever cycle of life you are in, I hope you find the right setting.
My daughter just left the house to go see her friend visiting from Britain. She let me sleep in this morning, but came in my room before she left. As she sat on the edge of my bed, I’ve never seen her look happier. Her aura was beaming brighter than the sunlight pouring through the windows.
When I left her father, 5 years ago, she came with me.
I didn’t want her to grow up and believe that what she saw was a normal marriage. That what we displayed was what love looked like. I’ve been in love twice in the past five years, and she has seen every stage of it. She has seen what true love looks like, and I saw the beginnings of it in her this morning.
My daughter is wise beyond her years. She sent me the post for Build a Man, so she knows what to look for. Today, what she found, she gets to feel.
I would like to thank the woman I was five years ago.
Thanks to that woman, we know how to love and, to be loved.