sing like wildflowers

This tree is a good reflection of how I feel this morning.

I’ve noticed that big hospital events rekindle latent depression and irritableness in me. It’s not a good look. 😕 I  want to be a good role model and not let emotions get the better of me, but I’m processing and recovering from the experience with follow-up doctor calls, catching up to finish this last week of school well, and placating kids’ emotions (each has amorphous web of emotions). Kids get very clingy and needy after these hospital experiences.

Reminding myself to practice thankfulness, when that’s the only thing I dont want to do. Funny how a funk keeps you from doing the thing that’ll better your day.

This bible verse lit a dim bulb in my head this morning.

God is good and he still loves me despite my flaws. Kind of embarrassing how immature I can get when overwhelmed. The other night Ellis followed me around the bedroom reading affirmations from a book titled “happily grateful” she dug up in my bedroom drawer.

This is childish me. I asked her to stop, mischievously replying that I’d like to toss the book out the window.

Nope, my pessimism didn’t stop her from stepping on my heels as I hung wet laundry on the stand-up liner and she persistently reading the quotes, wow-ing to me and her brother that she has discovered her new favorite book.

The quotes she read:

“Stretch out your hand and receive the world’s wide gift of joy, appreciation and beauty.” Corrine Roosevelt Robinson

“Each moment of the year has its own beauty…a picture which was never seen before and shall never be seen again.” Raph Waldo Emerson

“Hey, wait a minute,” she says in surprise, “it says Emerson here.” “Wasn’t that what you wanted to name me? I like Ellis better.”

At this point,  I’m nodding and smiling at the inanity and non linear path of our conversation.

Lord, help me make it a good day! We all got issues.