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Still Life Glimpse

If I could capture a picture right now of the inside of my home, it would look like this:

Toys, books, and scattered random objects on the living room floor, courtesy of my kids;

Open patio door, listening to the fountain outside;

Kids playing in their room, me calling the occasional time-out for not listening;

Our brand new baby kitty, Kittle, lying on the soft brown rug in the bathroom, asleep;

Fading flowers in a vase spread out in different directions, with the pink rose having the biggest, most beautiful bloom.

If I could capture a picture of the inside of my thoughts right now, you would see:

The anxious anticipation of my husband's return home from his 'man-cation."

My dread of the approaching late hour as I wrangle four beings to bed;

My reluctancy to pick up all the objects on the floor;

My laziness (and frugality) to go turn on the air even though I'm roasting;

My wishing my kids had tape over their mouths so they can't call my name anymore tonight!

The wish for a keyboard or piano to play on to ease my heavy heart of stress;

The denial that having kids is super hard work, especially on your own;

The realization that love must be reinvented and you must protect your mind from outside factors;

The acceptance of myself and appreciation for being honest with myself about myself;

The knowledge that even when the body and spirit are weak, God is my strength, and no depression or fatigue or loneliness or troubled mind can overcome the power of God's love which readily waits for me whenever I need it and even when I think I don't.
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