Weekend Ramblings

"The light at the end of the tunnel is not an illusion.
The tunnel is.”
-Author unknown

I had to read this quote a few times before I fell in love with it.
The first time I read it, I thought, "What?"
The second time, I thought, "Hmmmm."
The third time, I thought, "Yes. I agree."
The fourth time, I thought, "That's beautiful. I hope I remember that."

Sometimes I complain too much.
I'm not sure why. Sometimes I just complain a lot in my head.
Other times my wonderful mother graciously listens to my complaining.
It isn't constant, but sometimes I get into ruts.
I start feeling like I am trapped inside a tunnel. I wonder....

-When will be my life be JUST how I want it to be?
-When will I have a husband?
-When will I have kids?
-Do I want a husband?
-Do I want kids?
-When will I have a normal schedule?
-When will my cellulite and chicken pox scars disappear?
-When will people stop being such silly gooses?
-When will my family members have all the wonderful happiness they deserve?
-When will people of every race and religion value and respect one another?
-When will I finally feel like I understand "faith" enough to preach about it?
-When will my forehead stop wrinkling?
-When will I meet John Mayer so we can finally fall in love and he can write
me beautiful love songs as we drink wine on the beach and play guitar together?

And so on and so on.

But I think this tunnel quote is really correct.
There isn't a tunnel at all.
I'm making it up.
I'm not trapped.
I'm living in "the light at the end of the tunnel" all the time;
sometimes I just don't recognize it.

I pray I can live more in the light and less in the confines of a non-existent tunnel.
I pray you can do the same.