Blessed is the man whom God corrects; so do not despise the discipline of the Almighty.
Just a quick update tonight, my bed is callin' and this basement is extra cold. I went to speak at the mom's group this morning and talked about organization. It went really good, well I felt it went really good, I hope what I shared was encouraging to them! The moms were all so very nice and I had a great time.
It is so good for me to push myself outside my comfort zone. I am finding it is really refreshing to push past these walls that I love so much, and do something for myself. Being a mom is the most rewarding thing I do in life, but it is nice to sometimes enjoy other things.
Of course, it is always a great feeling when you look into another face and see yourself and the same things you experience everyday. Feeling alone is the biggest lie Satan feeds me sometimes.
Sorry for all my whininess (I am a mom, I can make up words like that) lately, I am feeling better and can see a light at the end of my tunnel. I've been so distracted by my worries and self pity, that I have forgotten to be thankful for my incredible amount of blessings. Blessings like, having my awesome dad working on our house, having a priceless mom who has taken care of my children for hours and days at a time, having a patient husband, who puts up with my terrible attitude over and over, getting new flooring and paint for *free*, and the added blessing of some extra insurance money.
I had another thought, but it completely left me. Time for bed.
It was a blessed day, chalk one up for a happy day. Perfect? No, but what is a perfect day anyway?