You know your kids think you're stressed when they ask if you've used that massage gift certificate during communion at church."
This is the business of my August. The August that fell right before 'that' September. I never finished that post. School had just started for the boys and for myself. It was going to be a *great* school year. I had learned that contentment goes hand in hand with setting goals, setting aim. A *sweet spot* had been found.
I am faking that sweet spot, and day by day returning to a new normal. Loss and emptiness come and go. I've heard third Mondays in January are the toughest for everyone, no matter what you're grieving, thinking, doing.
So I watch the birds and savor God's care for me.
