Years ago, I posted a sign in my mind that read: “Thank you, God, for the final straw.”
Without the final straw, we would not be able to:
*write those books we have within us
*leave that unhealthy relationship that was over a long time ago
*draw much needed boundaries with that abusive family member
*take that last drink
*smoke that final cigarette
*go to rehab
*move to that new city
*paint that picture
*take that photo
*ask him out
*be grateful for what we have left
*breathe in the beauty of the trees
*be thankful for the simple things
*appreciate that hug
*hold that hand a little longer
*stand on top of that mountain
*join that gym
*walk into that church
*answer that voice mail
*kiss those sweet baby feet
*bury the hatchet
*forgive that grudge
*linger in the stillness of life for one more moment
No, I have learned to thank God for the final straw…no matter who hands it to me.
