The drama continues (yada yada) and so does my struggle with exhibiting Christ-like attitudes/behavior in the midst of it all.
Vacation was lovely. I heart my family. The beach was lovely, the game-playing was lovely, my nieces and nephews (and brothers and sisters) are lovely, the weather was lovely.
Not lovely? The 3 straight days of back pain, the 3 (different) straight days of Ava being confined to bed with a high fever, and the ER visit for Gabe with one of his worst panic attacks to date.
We came home to more discouraging stuff including (but not limited to) busted internet.
Swimming with friends was a highlight of Memorial Day. My crappy, despairing, anxious attitude was a low.
“When you’re down to nothing, …God’s up to something.” (quote courtesy of a church sign somewhere in the hills of Virginia)
So thankful for a smart phone and a simple Facebook post and lots and lots of prayer and encouragement last night. I woke up this a.m. with a sense of hope, a glimmer of maybe, just maybe, God really is up to something. Something good.
Today has been a series of small miracles. Nothing is solved or fixed or paid off or healed, but I know God cares, and that’s all I need right now.
I’ll be back to blogging soon. I miss it.
p.s. Wanna join our Summer Read-Along? We’d LOVE to have you!