The body is easily broken, but The Spirit stands firm
Have you ever suddenly stopped…taken a look around…and asked yourself:
"why am I not completely crumpling up on the floor, balling
into the fetal position , and rocking back and forth like a crazy
person right now"?
It was precisely that stunning realization that hit me last night, a few moments before serving some strawberry chocolate cake for my daughter's 8th birthday family celebration last night.
This week I have had to go and drive and do something 5 days in a row.
May not seem like a big deal to some of you, but for me that is grounds for a gran mal seizure. (thus the regulating of cake and dinner to family)
There is a lot of heartache that weighs heavily on myself and extended family this week.
Birthdays and Christmas parties, school projects, a still unfinished and unpainted living room, and yes pumpkins and orange garland are still decking my house: dusting, pathetic, and tired looking.
But here I am.
Raged&Tired. Mind Whirling&Nerves Tingling.
(does anyone else get tingling nerves down there neck and back when stressed…tell me its normal)
But no downward spiral of depression.
No explosions of stress-induced-rage.
Just "pressing on" is Jesus name, like The Selah song.
For that I am simply thankful.
(children that bake, husbands that cook, and red wine that pours helps too)
But let me get my blog plugging on:
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MJ, is a homeschooling mama from the Sunshine State of Florida.
Lots of beautiful photos, poems and quotes, random crafty endeavours and honest perspectives.