After a whirlwind week of homework, a random job, and visiting a convent, I am needing a moment to center myself and collect my thoughts. I haven’t been in the greatest place mentally, as if the ground beneath me is not still stable. You’re tired of hearing it, I’m tired of saying it, but whatever it is that is different about me now is here to stay.

There really do not feel like there are words worth much writing. I have much to do, Lord-willing, today and tomorrow. Josh is en-route to Nebraska to pick up our college student. I do of course wish to clean in extra welcoming measure, to sweep and shine the floors and diffuse my Orange essential oil.

Not to pray as the hypocrites do, but I would like to ask God, “Can you give me strength to live my life? To have joy? To be at peace?” I am tired of the patterns of over-exertion, of the up and down moods and the isolations of my mind. In a little while I will pick up the boys from school. We’ll come home and have lunch. They are wonderful helpers.