So the weather never really did much of anything today except rain a little on and off and remain stinking humid and too warm for my sensibilities.
I feel as if I am in a state of limbo. Not a purgatory, thank goodness. I am not suffering. But limbo, for sure. I do what needs to be done here and little else. I tell myself I am nursing myself back to health and maybe I am.
To everything there is a season and a time for every purpose under heaven. This is one of my favorite passages in the Bible. It comforts me. It is a beautiful and wise piece of poetry.
I have had my times and I am having my times and will have my times until I die.
They have all been different. Some have been big, huge. Some have been small, tiny.
But they have each had their season. This is the one I am in now.
The train goes by. The frogs sing. The bread bakes in the hot oven.
I have things to do.
Tomorrow there will be different things.
My husband, whom I love, is hungry. I need to go make a supper to go with that bread.
I've put comments back on but with word verification. If the spammer returns, I'll shut it all back down.
I just want to say thank you for being here. You have no idea how much that means to me in this time, in this season of my life. It means more than I can say.