In a strong moment the other day i pictured myself a Proverbs 31 woman. i could, i thought, handle my life. i could provide for my family, feed the animals, go to work, care for mom, and chip wood out of the ground. i felt able to handle life, and prayed that it would go well. Klove radio has been amazingly encouraging to me of late. i prayed that this sudden burst of confidence wouldn't bring bad things with it.
Later that week i did fall. i hit the wall Friday night, a seemingly little thing pushing me over the edge, and stayed depressed through much of yesterday, but awoke this morning with a fresh mood. i prayed today in church about it, confessing my funk to God, and resolving to try and look at the world more often with joy.
May God keep me strong in this journey, and keep me joyful. i think of people who are far worse off than i- we have some electricity in the house. We have some water. We have some heat. There are people in the midwest who have none of this. Why should i whine and complain? This isn't saying that i always keep this mindset, but i am trying.
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