...I'm writing now...simply because...if i dont....i'll scream.
I left church...so high...really glad i went...encouraged and ready for the next round....or so i thought. The rain...my kids stink attitudes and false sense of entitlement...the crowded streets...the crazy drivers...the unfair measures at the store ( which i discover only once i'm at home ), undone chores, and rebellious pets...( yes, even the dogs...)....have in one hour...drained me.
I just wanted to come home...to a warm house...get a few thing done and enjoy the rest of my evening...no stress...no struggle...i didnt even ask for appreciation, or companionship, or a phonecall, or a smile....i just didnt want to be sad....but of course...i'm forgetting...i have an adversary.
I understand that Joy is a decision...and that i have to choose....so i'm fighting. Even typing this is one small kick, or punch, or scratch....one small step toward reclaiming my day. It's all so very challenging...but i read the end of the book...I win.
