Still quoting the positive, still cultivating the glass-half-full, but feeling overwhelmed by four children still doing their children-y things and with their childish ways and not feeling any sort of anything but blah. Had a big, hard sleep this afternoon and woke up grumpy. Short-fuse. Just... everything is loud and bugs me.
The second chemo feels... heavier. Like, I am dull. My skin is dull. My hair is dull. My sparkle is harder to lift up to bubble forth. My smile is even ... meh.
And the children still need their mommy. And my husband deserves his wife to lift him up and encourage him as he does alllll the work here.
Some moments in life are less sparkly, that's okay. This is when I start humming "and joy comes in the morning..." as I send the kids to bed!
[smile]
God just brought this across my path... it sums up this moment kind of nicely.
Praying for joy to come in the morning...sending hugs and prayers!
ReplyDeleteGreat quote!
ReplyDeleteit's moment by moment for sure, praying for new joy in the morning!
Love,
Kori
Hang in there, you are doing awesome. Tomorrow is a new day. I only pray that I would have your strength if I was walking in your shoes. Margo
ReplyDeleteI have the best team ever. Thanks for the encouraging words ladies!!!
ReplyDeleteIt's speaking to me!
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