We did the challenge in kettlebells, and now my hands are thrashed. I got some sports tape from our instructor for my left hand, which helped doing the hundreds of swings, but still probably didn’t help in the pressure department. Now, my right hand is hamburgered, too. Sigh.
And my computer has been overheating. This means it randomly shuts down for no reason. Well, there’s a reason, but *I* don’t feel hot. Why should Lucky?
Its’ raining. Again. It’s the last day of Spring Break. The kids and I are getting punchy. I’m ready for them to go back to school. I think they are, too. I miss a little time where someone doesn’t need me for something.
I just started sneezing in earnest today. I ran outside yesterday morning. Some kind of mild seasonal allergy thing. Sigh again.
I feel full of complaints today. But I don’t want to stay here.
I may not see all the good things in this life. In fact, most of the things I may see at any given time could look like bad circumstances to me. Sometimes, as a mom, my heart feels like it goes through a meat grinder, making “hamburger” of my heart. But 2 Corinthians 12:9 says “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So Lord, let your Spirit of grace flow, even when I feel like a limp dishrag.
This means I must choose to be grateful. I have to change my thoughts. Thank you, Lord, that we’re home together. Thank you for the playdate with my wonderful friend and her girls this morning that cheered my heart. Thank you for good movies like “Finding Nemo” that Ruby can watch over and over. I know this rain will bring out some lovely lilacs and beautiful tulips. Thank you that Zac and his friend have had so much uninterrupted time together, playing the same video game. Thank you for my husband, working away to provide for us. Thanks so much that it’s Friday, and pizza and movie loom on the horizon.
God is good, all the time. Perhaps especially when I can’t see.