Thinking out loud this morning…
Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
(“Rainy Days and Mondays” ~The Carpenters)
Sometimes, even in the middle of the best of everything, my soul gets soggy. I need for Someone to wring me out and hang me over a clothesline somewhere to dry.
These last several weeks have made me weary. We lost our “fifth child” as our Nick left Ecuador to move to South Africa and begin the task of opening up the Extreme Response presence there. It’s wonderful. It’s exciting. And it hurt my heart, just like it did when my three children left and went to college.
Two weeks ago, I had surgery on my hand. In my mind, I would be up and around within a day or so, back to…
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