I see the #blessed hashtag everywhere. If I’m really honest, it makes me incredibly angry most of the time. It’s used for (what I consider) trite, stupid things.
Is that my call to make? No. But that’s how it feels right now.
I’m using Cynthia Heald’s Becoming a Woman of Strength (afflink) with my mom in our one on one Bible study. This week we talked about strength in our weakness, specifically God’s strength.
Lately I feel very on edge about doing things the right way. We’ve had some really bad weeks, with more to come as a consequence of them, and my inner control freak kicks in at these moments to keep everything I can in line.
- Clean the house.
- Vacuum like there’s no tomorrow.
- Then fall apart.
The other night I sat on the couch and sobbed to Sam about what a disaster our life is. Again. And really – it is. I wish I could be more specific (it’s preventing me from writing more on here because I have so many “can’t be told’s”) but we are waiting to see the outcome of some of this before I make it public.