This week was really tough, physically, psychologically, and spiritually. It’s a really difficult time, and I’m hoping for a little more clarity this week.
I went to a church where every week the priest would ask, “Is anybody celebrating anything?” and usually people would raise their hands and let everyone know of birthdays and anniversaries and that sort of thing. The smart-aleck in me was so tempted for about a year or so to raise out and start singing this:
The mild-mannered mom side won out on this. However, there’s something about the song – it works when things are going good, of course, but I think it also works when times are rough; that every day that we get through should be celebrated because the way is so excruciating.
I’m grateful, most of all, for people that I can lean on through a hard time. I wish that I could just curl up in a ball and … I don’t know. Sleep for two weeks? Being as that is not an option though, so being able to connect with people even a little has been incredibly important.
Also, I am grateful that we finally made it back to church, and there were no major problems.
Breath of Hallelujah 