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.