Tell me it's not to late...

Ever notice that when things are so bad/hard there are things sprinkled in at just the right moments or in just the right amounts that make things just easier enough?  I think those things are what God meant when he said he would never give us more than we could handle.  Because lately i think that the days of everything being right really are few and far between, and the precious memory of them is enough to leave us hopeful, but that really all we can ask for is the bright flashes of wonderful that make all the blah a little less dark.  It's the lazy afternoons, the unexpected flowers, the late nights, the greetings of friends that make all of the things you'd rather not do mean anything at all. 

thinkin' and strugglin'

whew. what a week.  and it's just thursday.  but wow, it's been the toughest week I've had in a while.  mentally tough, the kind of hard that would be easier if I had more patience, energy, and faith in people.  and i'm working on the patience, part.  last night was wonderful.  talking with my staff about God and life and struggles and pain, but also beauty and restoration.  so needed.  and suddenly the night just got better.