3.01.2013

Somewhere...

Here I sit, bowl of cereal and cup of coffee before me. Our family is preparing for the day as we typically do. Kids have/are eating breakfast and my wife is gathering the last few items for our trip to Seattle, and everything is good.

But somewhere there is a father greeting the day with a less than optimistic outlook. There is no cereal and coffee. The kids are quietly suffering hunger for another day. The wife is sweeping the dirt floor dreaming of the chance to travel...

I'm struck by this thought, much like cold water thrown in my face. I've been having more thoughts like this lately. And I'm being stirred. For what? That is yet to be known.

But for now, my breakfast doesn't sit well.