I am tired.
I have spent too much time thinking at late hours.
I'm terrified of Marie not getting over this cold. What will I do if she can't bounce back, what if she can't be comfortable anymore? What will I do if we ever reach the time when I can no longer comfort her?
I am emotional.
I am out of patience and not at my nicest. I feel a little sorry for the girl at the insurance company that I had to talk to this morning.
I am waiting for my nails to dry, I gave myself a pedicure. I need to just relax and let go.
I have waited in the darkness to hear God's voice and heard nothing. I know He's there, but I'd like to hear Him answer.
I am enjoying Josie. She is writing get well notes for her Daddy and sister this morning.
I am so grateful that the sun is shining.
I am never giving Marie Tylenol with Codeine again. At times last night she struggled to breath, shivered for no apparent reason, gasped to cough and I could do nothing but be at the foot of the Cross. It was a hard night.
I am hoping I do not get this cold.
I am confused by 5 year old logic. Josie wanted to spell really. "How do you spell it Mama?" "R, E, A, L, L," "I'm ready for the next letter" I said, "Y". "Because MAMA, I am trying to spell a word here".
I need to pick up my girl who's trying to cough again. She won't even smile this morning.
Jesus, if You're listening.... You know what I'm trying to say.