Smiling hasn't been too prevalent this holiday season.
Guilt has. Like that Christmas Tree Cake that was so not resisted today at lunch, and those three hours when I was just seriously pissed off at everything, and the rage made me meaner than deserved and slightly childish. And the pure stress that exists in coming home from a long, bad day to a stressful home (which is worse).
Stress has been pretty high on the list. Whining too. Even though today has been full of blessings.
Blessings like waking up rested when I had to talk to people to get the water turned on this morning.
Blessings like not having cancer.
Blessings like friends who would go out of their way to invite me over to give me a break since they knew I was having a bad day, and they love me.
And blessings like the reminders in
people's
blogs that my day was really not that bad.
Sometimes we drown in our petty sorrows and don't rise above them because all we can see is me-me-me, and that's when after crying for thiry minutes out of pure stress, sadness, and frustration, you cry because you remember that Jesus loves you even this way.
