Opening My Eyes and Throwing In The Towel.

Spring Break has sprung and honestly?

I'm over it.

It just hasn't been one of our best. 

In fact, I call it a perfect storm.

A husband working two weeks straight, a sick child, disappointments, frustrations, a child barfing everywhere due to antibiotics, a heat wave, a big no- well, you get the idea.

I'm not one to whine. 

But for crying out loud.

There were a couple of highlights..

Brenna made cake pops with a friend and I ate a lot of them.

We went bowling.

How is it, though, in the midst of such a storm it's a struggle to see the good? 

Maybe that's just the nature of a storm.

art journal done in left over gelli print paint, anthropologie magazine cut out and vintage sheet music.

I tried going through my manifesto, a little art journaling, turning up the music, sleeping in, coffee, you name it.

I gave up last Sunday and stayed home from church and took coffee outside and dug into a fabulous article written by Emily P. Freeman, entitled "When Your Heartbeat Feels Like A Drumbeat".

In the post, Emily talks about longing and limitations and meeting Jesus at the intersection of the two.

It stopped me in my tracks (at the intersection) and had me re - thinking a lot and just plain thinking.

Even though there have been multiple times I have thrown in the towel on the day over the last two weeks, the post has opened my eyes and heart in ways I was just not expecting, and kind of redeemed the last few days in a hard but beneficial way. In a bending metal with your bare hands good kind of way. Not really the throwing confetti good kind of way. But good.

Maybe Spring Break hasn't been a total wash.

 But holy moly, I'll be glad to see next week.

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