So I missed a day (or two) again. We’ve had head colds, vomiting, jewelry shows, phone interviews, articles to write and oh so much more in the past few days. Even though some of those are good and some are not, I am grateful for the last three weeks. God has offered us enough good stuff to keep going. And, as my Daddy would say, the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t always a train. That’s some Arkie optimism for you there!
We’ve been struggling with all the changes here at home. Each of us grown-ups is looking for a new place to fit. Neither of us has done anything new in at least ten years so it’s a big, but very welcome change. Sometimes we’re excited by it, sometimes we’re downright afraid of it and it’s always in the back of our heads. The added pressure of the holidays seems to make it a bit more pointed. But for each of the last three weeks things seem to get progressively lighter and we’re not so encompassed by the darkness. It’s like our own personal tide is starting to turn. And I keep wishing for it to turn faster!
We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, “Why did this happen to me?” unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way. ~ Author Unknown
Several people have posted this quote on Facebook this week and that kind of explains what I’m thinking. You get a little of everything. We’re going to get a break but it isn’t ever going to be rosy all the time. It’s life, it’s not supposed to be. So we bear up under the weight when we need to and take some big deep breaths when the stone isn’t so heavy. So thanks to God for knowing when I need a little break from the weight and lifting it enough for me to catch my breath, lower my head and plow on, even if on means uphill.