I had a whole different post for today, but I've decided to put it the side for a while. Y'all, I just need to vent. I've found that this blog has become such a theraputic tool for me. I forgot how much I love to write, and how much it helps me to clear my head.
Do you ever feel like you're going to just explode under the pressure? That's how I feel today. I feel like if I get one more email or have to add one more to-do to my list, I'm going to snap. And, trust me, you better hope you're not around when that happens.
My house is mess. I can't vaccum or mop because of my back, and it's taking all I have not to do it. Our grass needs to be cut. The laundry needs to be put away. The dog needs to be washed. I need to figure out plans for returning to work next week. I need to stop.
I need to breathe.
I need to count to ten.
I need to know that it's going to be okay.
My sweet husband has really been wonderful during all this. He has vaccumed more than once. He's cleaned bathtubs and toilets. He's folded and put away laundry. He's cooked dinner and shared left-overs only meant for one. Still, I have found myself snapping at him. He's not perfect, but neither am I.
I've had a lot of time to be with the Lord lately, and I'm glad. I have found myself talking to him throughout the day. Silently, aloud, singing, whining, crying, yelling. I don't hold back because He knows the desires of my heart, anyway.
So, I should not be surprised that He knows what I need and when I need it.
I'm going to Charleston this weekend to hear Beth Moore. I'm so excited for the trip because (other than the fact that I haven't been out the house in three weeks) of the fellowship and girl time that it will bring. I'm going with my mom, and our friends, Penny and Mandy. I pray that the Lord's message this weekend will speak directly to me heart. I already know it will.