Surrounded

I sit surrounded by things that need to be done. 
  The past week has been derailed by sickness which visited each member of the family not bothering to allow anyone to recoup before attacking the next.  Lots of tissues, cough syrup and nap times have been used.  Antibacterial spray and wipes that I purchased yesterday sit on the counter top awaiting an energy burst to attack any and all remaining germs that linger on every surface in our house.
  So tired.
 I have lesson plans to copy for teachers, bracelets made of ribbon and pearls to make for a dear friend, dishes, laundry, an organizing project that I started before the dreaded "plague".   Yet, I find it easier to snuggle my four year old and read a book, something he has shown a sudden re-interest in, or sit and do nothing.
  And I realize that in all the mess and germs there is a certain feeling of peace in just being, just living in the moment.  Knowing that we had the finances to purchase tissues and medicine and juice.  Our King provided for us. Is His best that we never experience sickness? Yes!  But in the midst of the sickness were moments of sweet snuggling and forced "rest" which included book reading and story telling.
  Like Elisha's servant saw that the army of the Lord surrounding them was greater than the enemy army so we are surrounded by far greater blessings than hardships.  Sometimes we just have to open our spiritual eyes.

A Pep Talk to Myself

I will now speak to myself.  Who am I kidding? I AM speaking writing to myself!  No one reads this blog because I keep forgetting to write anything and therefore have nothing to promote!
 Anyway, these past two years have seemed filled with impossibilities.  Everything seems to be a struggle and I feel as though I am just treading water, trying desperately to keep my head above the waves of disappointment, discouragement and disorganization that seems to make up the better part of my days and nights.
  Life.  It's messy, it's challenging, it's chaotic.  It's also beautiful.  There are these distinct moments of clarity and vision amidst the hours and days of fog and disarray.  In those moments I know that I can be more, do more, pray more, love more, live more.
  The challenge is hanging onto those moments long enough to challenge myself to stop treading and start swimming. SWIM dang it, SWIM!
  If I let the currents of life do the moving for me I could end up miles from my intended destination. SWIM!
  Just keep swimming....