problems

A great summer day. The sun shone brightly. Yard work went smoothly and happily. The children seem to be finding their sea legs after a rocky couple of weeks. And then problems happened.

I deal with them. I'm used to it. And yet I just don't seem to be able to get used to it entirely. I think my broken wishes seem to have set me up for a raw blow. I never expect to have to deal with the same old garbage even though I typically have to.

I almost forgot to write this slice. I'd been thinking of so many fun things to write all day as I worked in the yard and with my children, but then I had to worry and talk and think and protect as much as I can.

I'm exhausted, and it's not a regular sort. My whole heart and soul just wants to find a home, a haven, a little piece of happy that I can count on no matter what.



3 comments:

  1. You sound full of strength, even when you are having hard and raw moments. I went back and read some of your older posts. I wish you nothing but the best as you walk this hard road. Thank you for sharing such honesty.

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  2. I love the last line and how writing can be birth out of anything.

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  3. It sounds as though you have been on a rough road, but I can feel your strength growing with each new day. Praying that you will find that haven among all of your pain. Hugs.

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