"Another one bites the dust", I thought as I heard my tea cup crash to the floor off the coffee table. It was the second full cup of liquid in less than an hour to be casually and very intentionally given more than a boost of gravity. Lochlan looked at me with glee and apprehension after doing the deed and then let out a distinct and absolutely infuriating cackle. There haven't been a lot of casualties, but I am perpetually on guard as we may be slowly eeking our way to a full-on chaos war if Lochlan chooses that path for this season. So... I pray a lot. We address each incident as it arises. We redirect (which really doesn't work for him). We keep our valuables (or at least fragile items) in storage. And, we adventure... a. lot. Days turn into weeks of adventuring. Adventuring-out-of-necessity could be worse! :-)
Over the many weeks, we have been plugging away at our to-do list in between school and other responsibilities. We're trying to knock out one big project a week (installing a bridge over our Grand Canyon, replacing a fence line, etc.) and then a handful of smaller projects where we are able (installing a door handle, measuring to replace broken blinds, etc.).
I'm pretty much absolutely worn out, but I know tomorrow is another day. And in each day, tomorrow is another day and it is a gift. When we are lost in the day, wandering in the darkness, loneliness or exasperation of a season, renewing our minds with that truth can give us hope and endurance. When I am weak or weary (or both) I know that I am not alone and there I find strength.
I can simply look up to SEE and I invariably find courage when I am afraid.
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