As the day has rolled on I’ve been feeling more tired, more depressed and I’m having serious second thoughts about my choice of pets. I can’t even begin to describe the incredible amount of energy, love and encouragement we’ve had over the last 12 days.
Now we’re back and it feels like the mountain has grown and while my faith is still as big as a mustard seed I don’t have enough strength to speak to the mountain (or even a fig tree) today.
I wasn’t going to write, to be comepletely honest with you, but I wanted “a year in the life” that would include all the aspects of my cracked virtue, past, present and probable future. I’m incredibly blessed, this isn’t me whining, Donna can guest blog again some time and tell you what that sounds like, but this isn’t that.
Just trying to keep it real here in the ‘hood. 😉
Write you tomorrow…