I'm tired.
Extended adrenaline high last week, in addition to a busy weekend. Son who's moving to California (at least for six months, if not longer) was treated to a dinner at his inner-city pastor's house yesterday, and we were invited. More time out of my comfort zone. Different lifestyles are challenging to me, but that's not a bad thing. Just tiring.
Today I'm giving the kids a day off from school. And with me being gone so long last week, I figured a day of recovery would be a good thing. I'm dizzy, though, but that will pass. You know how it is when you mentally hold your breath for an extended period of time. When you exhale, your physical self often goes a bit wacky. Least mine does. I'll try to pace myself.
I feel like a dog that shakes itself after coming in from the rain. Stuff in my head I need to process. Not easy to deal with sending someone back to prison, though the young man we voted the verdicts on deserves it. He'd only been out of lock-up for five months before he was at it again, at least so far as the law sees it. I see a pattern.
Will likely be on pins and needles for a bit. But that will pass as well.
I've become Facebook friends with several of the women who I served with last week. Look over their posts, and remember conversations we had, and you're talking about Christian women. And even thinking on the others I served with---the Lord was present. Wondered if the prosecutor or his assistant had prayed about this trial, asking for His people to serve. Makes you wonder. One woman (a spicy talker), who I really enjoyed, took all of our names/emails down so we could have a reunion. Isn't that something? Strangers. But we really did become close in those four days.
Now will focus on home. Husband needs work in the shop, Mom needs groceries, son leaves on his journey on Thursday (and a friend will drive with him, for that I'm grateful), house needs lovin', and I have to get back into my routines. But slowly at first. Nothing pressing, and if I don't hand it all to the Lord, I'll get frazzled. No need.
Oh, get this. Two of the women on the jury have pugs. Two a piece. I call that almost providential.
Y'all take care.
