Mud

Do you ever feel like you are wading through mud? Not just literally -- even though if you live in my area there is plenty of that to wade in. I am talking figuratively.

It seems lately that I have been wading in mud. I can't seem to be able to pick my feet up and move like I want. I am weary from just the basics of life. I just can't seem to avoid dirt.

All three of my sweet family unit are sick. Poor JP is still struggling with his cold. I think we might have to go back to the doctor on Monday. He is like a snail leaving a slime trail everywhere. I am wiping his little nose all the time. It makes him so mad. Nate is sick. He has been hibernating for the last two days so he could make it to work today. I am sick. My head is heavy and so is my heart.

What amazes me is that as I read the blogs of several of my friends, there seems to be a lot of weariness and discouragement going around. I wish I handled mine with as much grace and ease as it seems others do. I keep hoping one day I will finish my growing up and be able to wear my big girl pants.

Well, I am going to keep walking -- all the time singing Isaiah 40 to myself until it permeates my heart.