Do you ever ache to cry, but find that you cannot? The stress of the past week has finally caught up with me, and my soul aches for a cathartic release. Yet, the tears that would be remain hidden. They are like a great sneeze that never quite makes it to the surface. Instead, I am sapped of strength and energy. The usual light in my eyes is gone out.
Please do not misunderstand me. My trip to my hometown was a very good one, full of blessings and healing. My father's heart attack succeeded in mending many rifts and bringing everyone closer together. Even my harrowing drive back was a pleasant event. God and I had a wonderful eight hour conversation. When I arrived at my home, the loving arms of my Husband were there to greet me.
I am glad to be home, back to the familiar way of life. However, now that I am home, I feel the weight of a thousand different things crushing in on me all at once. I find myself completely overwhelmed. Please, if you would, keep me in your prayers.
May you all have a truly blessed Holy Week.
God bless you,