Returning to normal life since Maui has been a bit tough. It's always hard to come back after a relaxing vacation. Although my normal job is babysitting, so playing outside all day isn't too tough.
With all the stuff going on with my grandfather, I haven't been sleeping too well and staying up late every night is now the norm.
I am in a constant state of prayer and my mind never seems to shut off.
Ever have that? When you are so desperate for piece or moment of absolute silence/peace. I worry about Poppy, I worry for my parents and the stress and sadness they are enduring.
I woke up Sunday morning with a terrible sore throat, high fever, chills, aches and exhaustion. I went to the doctor, got both arms poked and drawn blood (my worst nightmare ever) had a shot and received 2 prescriptions. Lets just say these last two days have been a basket of roses.
Then, something horrible happens yesterday. Two Bombs explode during the Boston Marathon, injuring and killing. What horror and sadness. There are no words that can describe my thoughts on this terrible matter.
Then, when I think I can't handle it all, The Lord so sweetly reminds me of himself. He does so in the loving embrace from my husband, in the laughter of my nephews playing, in His precious Word, and in the remembrance of His sons death on the cross. He gives my parents a break even if just during a lunch together or weeding on the farm.
I wish everything was perfect all the time but then life would be heaven and we are so clearly not there in this world. We are in a season of pain and sorrow, but joy will come. He hasn't abandoned us. He is clearly with us always. The Lord is always teaching me something and I give praise in the midst of it.