Image from Tattooed Mamma's House.
I once wrote a message titled "Odd Socks". The basic premise of the message revolved around this basket of socks that had no mates anymore, and my Mom had given my sister and I free reign to do what we wanted with them. We made puppets, Barbie dresses and even tried making sock monkeys.
We had a great time with those socks, and they were something that had seemed disposable. I like to think that G-d can take the odd socks of life and make something great out of them. G-d's got a great craft closet you know.
Early one school morning last week, my son was looking for a matching set of socks. So I pulled out a basket that I'd laid some folded shirts upon and found the basket full of not-even-tried-to-match-but-plenty-of-matches-socks. I quickly matched a pair and he was on his way to a day full of seventh grade meandering.
Lately I've been feeling like I have a full basket of creative and vocational socks just sitting somewhere waiting for me to find and match them. I know they are there, but I'm just not quite sure where I left them.
It's as if I'm getting a better idea who this person is who looks back at me in the mirror and I know what she's been called to "be" in this life of odd socks and hiding sock baskets. Now all that is needed for her pieces of life to come together is some sorting, matching and folding. Mind you, this isn't my favorite part of life - but I'm becoming more and more aware of it's value.
So here's to settling in and matching the socks of my life, because you never know how much you need a matching set until there are no more in your dresser and an adventure is waiting just outside the door.
Socks matched, socks and shoes on - lets step into the next adventure.
Image from Silicon Vally Moms Blog.
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