And so today, grumpy, confused, out of sorts. Abnormal- but normalcy seems like an impossibly expensive vacation at the moment. The grass outside my window flutters around because we are half underground. Our home is smattered with laziness as we grapple to start yet another week with more calls, more prayers that may or may not be answered, and most likely more tears. Nothing happened this weekend and I am afraid that it will become normal. Normal. Ugh. I hate May now because it is indecisive and no one is ever free. My coffee is cold but I'm bearing it because I feel like I deserve it from giving up on reading Hebrews for class. I'm fumbling around on the piano again, frustrated and focused. I see pictures of friends laughing in community and I wonder what that feels like. The due dates for the goals we've made are looming and I hate that and daydream about becoming loggers in the Oregon forests or fishermen on New England coasts or secluded log cabin-dwellers in hidden...
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hilarious hand mixers and honeymoons
We sped down the highways to Georgia and spent three days just breathing. Laughing with those who get it. People to see every day. Who love me. Who give me Wisconsin accents. Who laugh with us and at us. Eating good camp food. Being a tourist. NOT calling potential partners. Learning how to be a financial steward. Being encouraged by people who have been there. Resting. Walking. Figuring out fears that have inhibited and facing them, confessing them, processing them. And then driving back. Quick, uneventful, wonderful Georgia. The week before we left for Georgia, I told Jon how I wish we had gotten a hand mixer for our wedding. We have a precious few Bed Bath & Beyond gift cards left and want to use them really wisely and I didn't think a hand mixer qualified for something we needed. Guys, I probably didn't even pray about this. Because people don't really pray about hand mixers. And a few days later, my sweet soon-to-be sister-in-law offered us a ...