Glad to be at this end of the day. Seems we were busy with trying to tag the van (more papers needed, yet to get) and buying Mom's groceries and I had a rocky night's sleep besides after beginning to read one of my review books. Lots of creepy stuff in it (like old Frank Peretti books) and being that I've been living on the bedrock of unpleasantness for so long, well, it was unsettling. Going to get back to reading my Faulkner before bed. Always a good idea.
Rarely do I desire to change my routine. Rituals are so wonderful. And funny thing is, the best part of today was a few minutes, get this, when I brought my little jade plant up from the bedroom and looked for a place to put it in the kitchen. It's been in my bedroom window and in the late afternoon it's been so hot on that side of the house (because of our neighbors cutting down most of their trees), and the little plant has been dropping leaves. Burning up. I stood there in front of the sink, looking for a saucer to set it on, and it took all my attention to the extent that my spirit settled right down.
Isn't that the oddest thing? Sometimes just quiet and concentration brings peace. Focusing on a tiny thing, even a little jade. Re-potting small plants always calms me down. Or pruning the flowers on the porch.
I get interrupted a lot. Always have. Called being a mom. Maybe getting out my needlework would be a good idea. That's always brought down my blood pressure, I know for a fact.
Have to keep my spirits up and turned towards the Lord. Considering we're working against the evil one in a battle for our sons, pays to be on top of our game. The little suckers are always listening...and yeah, I mean you. As I've said before, God wins. All of it.
(on Spotify it's Shawn McDonald singing We Are Brave)
