Ac-cent-tchu-ate-ing Something

I've been on a teeter-totter this past week of both ends of the emotional/competent spectrum and I don't do the mood swing thing very well. No ma'am.

When I get stuck in this range of craziness, it seems I can't move past it; it's as though I'll never again move past it. Shut down, close the shades, stay in jammies, stay in bed.

The problem with this, though, is where my focus is: on me. Seems the only way to move past me is to just keep moving. It's hard to shut down and pull the covers over my head when I know I'm the one responsible for four girls' educations (not to mention their general well-being altogether). I can sleep until 8 on occasion (like today), but I can't stay in bed and read all day….eventually someone has to make lunch.

It also seems the only other way to move past me is to default to Lamentations 3:22-23: "Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.They are new every morning;great is your faithfulness."

Thanks for that, God. Now, some sleep. And tomorrow we begin again.