Sometimes things get to be too much. The pressure of every day life seems heavier and harder to carry. This has been a difficult year for me, in many ways and it continues to be so. I have been laid up and knocked out for the last few days after somehow throwing out my back (no, it could not have been picking up a slightly heavy 3-year-old with a full leg cast).
In spite of the feelings of pain and new suffering and sadness this week (God Bless you little angel, Grama will meet you in Heaven some day , tell Collin I love him too) I seem to feel some hope. Hope for what I am not sure, it is just a sense of well-being that seems incongruous to the state of my life right now, but is unshakeable all the same.