Confession: This week I spoke a greater volume of ridiculous words than I ever intended to. Some of them I cannot recall without a wave of horror. Chances are, if you had an email, text or personal conversation with me this week, I made a fool of myself.
This week I lay on my couch a lot, with back pain.
This week I heard words of folly from a man sought out for his wisdom.
This week I read a horrifying story of epilepsy in a little girl whose mother I love.
This week I got news that a childhood friend passed away from cancer.
This week a voice on the phone said, “I’d rather you heard it from me than from another source…”
This week, the day I planned to spend with my grandma fell through. And the weekend I planned with my sister. And the visit I planned with a close friend and her daughters.
This week I failed a test or two, and I cried.
This week my faith in the goodness of the world is shaken.
But I hear tomorrow starts a new week, isn’t that right? Sunday is coming. God is still good. There will be time with my man, alone on a getaway. There will be time, if I am lucky, to write and write. There will be more small warm arms around my neck, more beautiful music, more blue sky and falling leaves.
I hope for less news.
How was your week?