Another birthday means another year in the books. What will I remember as I flip through the pages of my life’s 33rd chapter? As I reflect on the last year, sometimes it is hard to sift out the stand-out moments from the everyday ordinariness of life and work.
I have been crying, or on the verge of tears, most of this last week. I’ve been complaining to my husband about the difficulties of having recently moved to a new place, whining about the things I don’t like about it here in Poplar Bluff and wallowing in self-pity. Last night though, was the worst. I fell apart.
Joe and I were standing in the kitchen. The dinner dishes had all been cleaned and put away. Our two boys were quietly in their beds for the night. The kitchen was dark but for the light over the stove. Everything in the house was peaceful, yet inside my heart was a category-5 hurricane rapidly approaching land.
