If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb. I know this is supposed to be concerning the weather, but I’m hoping it also applies to our family stress level. It is our turn in the big Farris wheel of life for the operator to stick the ride on super-high and leave us flinging through the air without any control of life’s circumstances. We can barely catch our breath and our hair is in our eyes.
I haven’t blogged much lately because we are busy coping. In the past week there have been several disturbances in the force. We’ve had an Auntie pass away, another Auntie get run over by a car, a nephew desperately crying out for help, a bank error that caused hundreds of dollars to disappear from my account that required an investigation, my hubby in a three-car accident that totalled his car and the vacuum died. But the vacuum dying was so much less significant because of the week it happened in. We almost didn’t notice.
My four-day scrapbooking retreat had been planned for over six months… on the exact weekend that God knew I needed a break from mothering and family news. After hearing about my husband’s fender-bender, one of my scrapping friends asked if I was still going away for the trip. OF COURSE! Usually when on scrapbooking weekends, I get massive amounts of pages and photos done. Not this past weekend. On Friday I did nothing. Nothing. Well, I did patronize some stores up in the sleepy mountain town and I took in at least three movies. I read my Bible and I sat in my chair. It was sublime.
As you can imagine, I look forward to March going out like a lamb. Not the lamb that is lost and bleating loudly for its mother. Not Little Bo Peep’s sheep either. The fluffy white lamb curled up in blissful peace next to Jesus’ manger. Please, oh please.
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