Perspective

I have that same old, yucky, feeling. The one that makes me feel all depressed and blue. I hate it. I know the solution. The solution is hard. This always comes from spending too much time focused on me. Why do I do that when I know how destructive it is? Oh Lord, help me to give these things so heavy on my heart over to you.

And leave them there.

For You to sort out.

On a lighter note, it is time for a trip to the Library. Jadon is on an Abraham Lincoln and Armadillo kick. He is asking me questions I can't answer and wants to learn everything there is to know about Abraham Lincoln and Armadillos. I hope he finds something new to be enthralled about by his birthday. I can hear it now, "Mom, I want an Abraham Lincoln cake." Or, "I want an Armadillo cake" Well, that's better than Abraham Lincoln riding an Armadillo.