My eyes are red from crying. My heart feels all squashed and bruised. I’m having trouble forming words in my head, then getting my fingers to type them.
In a sense, I’m over-dramatizing things. None of my loved ones are sick or hurt. My marriage is swell. There’s no crisis or tragedy or anything like that.
Just a shattered dream. (at least the threat of it) On a personal level. A writing thing, to be more specific. But way more than that. Because it involves my precious little family.
I long to share more, and I will. But I can’t yet. Will you please pray for me? I want to crawl into bed, curl up in a ball and pour my eyes and heart out to Jesus until I fall asleep. But I have a daughter who can’t sleep and some cooling cookies that need put away and a long list of stuff to do before we leave for our weekend family reunion.
Sigh. My heart just really hurts right now. And I’m so thankful for Jesus. And my beautiful husband. And all of you. Bless your sweet little hearts. You don’t even have to say a thing, and I already know you love me. Thank you.