It’s simple, really. For the past month, give or take a day here and there, I have focused on success in the following areas:
4. Under-cleaning; and
5. Dealing with a mental health issue that’s not my own.
And THAT’S why I haven’t been blogging at all, because I’m pretty sure you’ve got problems too and for heaven’s sake, what’s up with Target?
And Prince died, which was weird and unexpected.
Bottom line? There is no bottom life. There is life and there is death and we don’t really know what this day holds, which sounds depressing (and sometimes is) but I’ve found that by reaching out (which is HARD and humbling) we open up our hearts to the gifts of the Spirit.
Speaking of which? My Cate got confirmed!
It was an absolutely beautiful liturgy and God is good, all the time.
So gosh, in hindsight I have been doing well because if nothing else, there’s been GRACE. On the hardest of days, there is always grace, in the form of a friend who stops by unannounced (I was a mess, she didn’t care) or a colleague who leans into my face with a look of concern and says “This spirit of fear is not from God.”
There have been little people that run me ragged, but it’s worth it–SO worth it!–because their innocence sustains me.
“If Adam and Eve hadn’t sinned,” he wondered, “Would balloons still pop?”
It’s good, it’s all good, even when it’s hard.
And sometimes it can be very hard.
How do I know this? Well, I’ve read the last page, and I know that despite the overeating and under-exercising…the depression (mine and others’) and dying (we all will, eventually…) I have a God who is good and Who wipes EVERY tear.
Does that make sense? I hope it does, because it’s taken me one long month to say it.