
Somehow, there are no moments left to bemoan the weather.
In fact I find I'm pushing the envelope on how much I can possibly get done each day. How little sleep will my body allow me function with? How much supervision do my children actually require? (It varies wildly) How quickly can a clean house implode? Without intending to, I find out what the limits are every day.
In between moments, my brain races and ponders and I sometimes have thoughts worth thinking. But the bursts are always curtailed before I get a chance to create something meaningful or coherent out of them. My existence seems a study in interruption lately.
But reflection always reminds me that life is good. And life isn't just good because it is smooth. (Though I'm setting a record in my life for the length of a smooth stretch -and I knock on wood). Life is good because God is good.
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