Windy and snowy and entirely unlike yesterday. February is fickle.
How much of our lives aren't lived the same. Mom's illness has our emotions being tossed about: one day anxious the next day elated. Our own spiritual state blows hot and cold. Somedays we are likeable some days not. It seems that all of life is ebb and flow. Sometimes mild, sometimes wild.
I like this picture…it’s what my heart looks like this wk…unclear…foggy…dreamy…where am I? I feel lost..why? I’m not justified to have any complaints at all--I don’t have a sick mother, Melody is much better, I can eat wheat and eggs once in a while, I got my camera, I read my Bible, and most likely we r expecting a son.….and yet, I feel lost, I feel unsatisfied….unsatisfied about myself mostly I think, unsatisfied that I didn’t make the most out of my life I guess….. I guess I just forgot I just started it all over again…just got freed from some of the chains around me….it’s just another beginning….i should just be faithful every day, keep my patience and hope, and go on step by step….
ReplyDeleteYea…who doesn’t like souring in the sky like an eagle, with mighty wings….it’s just so hard in all these mists….Let God guides us all…God loves you!