Good Morning, God!
Yesterday found me in the heart of Kakaako, just west of the Ala Moana shopping center. I think of Kakaako as Where the Work Gets Done. Work places are rarely pretty but they are really necessary. I worry about where all the small businesses will go as residential development continues. The high-rises keep coming! And that means adjustments for everyone.
Adjustments! Oh my goodness, God. Life is FULL of adjustments.
Tomorrow I fly off to Tucson to play both “responsible adult” and Tutu for our grandsons — while Sandy and Dave go off to Yosemite and then her 25th Stanford Reunion.
I will be adjusting from being “daughter” and “wife” to being “mom,” “grandma/tutu” and “mom-in-law.” Of course, in all those “roles,” I am always me. Still, each role carries with it expectations and memories. One of the great joys of friends and families are the memories . . . the rich past that makes the present more meaningful.
Hmm. I just realized that for me, especially as part of a family, dealing with the past requires some adjusting and processing. Our pasts always include mistakes and traumas. Many traumas, especially the ones we caused, remain hidden from us. But if we can share past hurts, hearing others — then the healing light of understanding can enter. And our tears of repentance can turn even painful times into rich soil.
Maybe, God, just maybe — I have more of that to do on this trip? As I think of soil . . . I think of the rocks that need to be cleared off the fields. Rocks of regret. Rocks of resentment. Rocks of closed off-hurts. I will need Your Help, God, in “adjusting.”