Back to Myself Again

So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom   (Psalms 90:12)


Note to self: never write an extended entry when you’re tired.   After that pity party, in which I managed to depress myself, I was able to get some sleep, feed myself scripture (like the verse above), and then regroup.    There is too much to be done, and certainly too many good things happening in our lives, to live under depression and despair.   The devil is a liar.  Also, there is nothing like a hurricane advisory to put life into true perspective.   So, while buying extra food, flashlights, and figuring out where we might stay if we have to evacuate, I was rudely brought back to the realization that my fatigue, too, came to pass, and there are more pressing matters at hand.


Fighting rain, we spent Saturday running around town to take advantage of Museum District Day.   Approximately 15 museums in the city offered free entrance, giving us the opportunity to see some unexplored exhibits (at least for us) at an unbeatable price.   On Saturday evening, my husband and I had a rare date night, attending a friend’s 40th birthday party.   We enjoyed the night, but the best part was talking while sipping on a frozen slush at a local drive-thru with a 60’s theme.


Today was the Back-to-School Rally at church.   The “young church,” i.e. the 4-18 year olds, totally take over with praise and worship, gifts and talents, and even the word of God.   During a closing prayer over the children, I noticed a number of children crying at the altar, and I couldn’t help but wonder what some of them are going back to.   Our kids take so much for granted.   Even when they were in a traditional school environment, they were very sheltered from the day-to-day grind that most students experience.   Though I talk to them about how blessed they are, often when I’m disgusted about a lackadaisical attitude, I fully realize that it may be from a position of far less comfort and convenience that they realize what they have.


So tomorrow, I start my day hunting down Playdoh for a science experiment, hoping that the beans we bought will grow once planted in a clear cup so that the toddler can see all the plant’s parts as they develop, and praying that the Holy Spirit shows me yet another way to make Paul’s third missionary journey real.   And even if I have the audacity to occasionally feel sorry for myself, when it’s all said and done, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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4 thoughts on “Back to Myself Again

  1. Hi! I'm glad you stopped by! I'm glad you are feeling better. I pray that the weather does not turn bad for you. Have a good week! 🙂

  2. If the playdoh doesn't work, a clear jar with water and a sweet potato makes a beautiful plant and all the parts are visible.

    I am so sorry you are under a hurricane watch. So sorry that you will be getting a surprise in your email shortly! Because everyone needs something special to read during a Hurricane watch.

    I am praying for your safety and my sister's family too. With all the water in the ground you guys already have, this one really needs to stay away!

    Ok I am off to post about my wekend!
    because of Jesus, Bobbie

  3. I am glad you are feeling better … usually those "funks" don't last long, but the feelings and emotions are strong and very real! (((HUGS)))

  4. A few days have passed and I wanted to stop by and find out how your schooling has "kicked off"?? Your church's back to school event sounds very sweet and reaffirming. One can only hope that even just an ounce of conviction those children feel while participating in the event will carry through with them this new school year.

    have a blessed rest of the week and weekend.

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