bend and bend and bend.

In lieu of my recent goal to choose happiness, I am desperately trying to find a speck of optimism in some rather bad news we received early Monday morning. The news came unexpectedly and caught both Tim and I off guard. Our lack of preparation has really made the little world in which we live spin out of control. My stomach is uneasy and my mind is restless.

I need answers but realize I don't want the answers right in front of me. God must think I am stronger than I think I am. That's about the only thing continuously returning to my mind. I am learning to bend. Bend and bend and bend.

Here's to being flexible. I'll explain more when the news is confirmed later in the week. For now, I'll keep looking up on this rather bright albeit freezing March day. At least the sun is shining.

1 comment :

  1. Well said. I have faced a lot in the past years that no one even knows about. I have had to bend, and bend, and bend. Several times, I thought I would break, but I continue to make it.


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