I came home tired. Not the kind of tired that you get from working hard but the emotional kind. The kind that makes you want to throw away 3/4 of your belongings and then curl up into bed for a month of Saturdays and eat peanut butter cups.
I wanted to toss the entire vehicle of art and countless hours of work into the trash and walk away. But like the mature adult that I am :\ , I unloaded it all into my basement. On monday, I figured that I may as well bite the bullet and unpack it all.
Yesterday, I spend a day and a evening on a special order and the customer wasn't crazy about it and I made a whole $15 buckaroos. I begged my family to please hire me for anything higher than my going rate. Then last evening was my cleaning job for 3 hours.
I may have mentioned to G that I felt like a skunk that had been caught in a trap. You know, digging up all the dirt that you can reach with your claws and filling your trap with dirt.
BUT this morning.. I forced myself to take a long walk after dropping Josie off at church. And Jesus
"brought me Joy in the morning"
I started to think of the good things that happened in the past few days
~The little girls surrounding my table wanting a bookmark
~Getting a sweet text from J's teacher
~My white soft rug to land my feet on every morning
~A picture from a customer of my art hanging in their house
~A stranger that actually wanted to ask questions and listen about our adoption story and tears swelled up into her eyes.. PRICELESS to my soul!
~Hugs
~Faithful friends stopping in to see me
~A good night's sleep
~Sun glistening on the water
~A husband that overlooks my brokenness
~A friend that fb messaged me just to encourage my heart.
~ J singing Closed on Sunday
~ The willing to die for me, Oh my Savior, Jesus!
~Golden leaves floating down in front of me
