This week’s been getting to me. Some things are big. Like learning that most certainly your daughter’s orchestra program will NOT happen next year. And then a handful of other little things have just joined forces so that together they feel just as bad as the bigger things.
Sometimes, all you see is the broken parts. And you feel helpless because life feels hopeless. And sometimes, you just sit in it. It blocks you in and for awhile, you literally have nothing better to do than just wait. Kind of like the other morning. I decided to put aside my dislike of waking up early (I’m definitely a night owl and most nights go to bed around midnight) and told our son I’d get him breakfast at Pete’s Bagels and then drive him to school. For the record, I should do things like that more often because for some reason, he happens to be extra pleasant early in the morning. We stopped by Pete’s for a bacon, egg and cheese and then had a nice chat on the 15 minute drive to his school.
On my way home, realizing how beautiful the sunrise was, I decided to take a quick detour to the bay. But as I approached the tracks, the lights started flashing and I ended up having to wait. As I waited, I started to think about how sad I was that Ellee wouldn’t be able to continue her violin next year because of the budget cuts. It’s something that has been really bothering me lately and it seems to hit me at the most random times.
But I realized, it’s like all struggles in life. It was something that I could sit and be angry about. It was something that I could be sad and cry about. Or, I could chose to wait to see what would happen and then possibly figure out something to do about it.
When the arms of the crossing gate rose, I continued down to the bay to behold this beautiful sight. Despite our continuous NorEasters, I absolutely love living on Long Island and especially in our little town. Living a mile from the bay is a blessing in itself and I sat for a few minutes to just take it in.
And as I sat, I decided in my heart that if there was nothing we could do to save the orchestra program, maybe I could start up my own after-school Orchestra Club. We currently run another after-school program called Hangtime, so why not tailor one for the arts? Granted, there is a lot to think through and even more to work out, but even the thought of being proactive instead of feeling helpless brought hope to my heart.
I’m still secretly praying that there will be a way that they can save the Orchestra, but if not, I’m seriously going to pray through some sort of club to keep the potential open, not only for our daughter, but for her stringed instrument loving peers.
No matter what you are facing in life, there is always a brighter side. Sometimes it’s hard to see, but I’ve learned that often times, it’s there, waiting to be found. And sometimes, it’s just a matter of getting up, getting out and finding it.
Finally, for me, I’m thankful to know, I’m not alone in my struggles. And with my faith, I’m thankful to know that no matter what, God works His goodness into each and every situation. Granted, I know that life’s struggles can be much bigger and harder to deal with than having a child lose her orchestra program. But no matter what, we can be encouraged to trust God with whatever our struggles are, to be willing to wait and to find ways to be positive and proactive as we work through them.