I just got back from town. I followed a vehicle down the hill that had the worn out "Life is Good" slogan on the spare tire cover. I see it all over- on all the Subarus, and Jeeps, and SUVs, and Land Rovers. I really don't have a problem with it; it can be taken as a reminder to count your blessings. But, everytime I see it I think to myself, "God is good." Kind of like mentally correcting peoples' bad grammar the instant they "seen" something.
Today I was trying to deal with my overwhelmed emotional state of mind. I kept running into walls. I understand how blessed I am. I understand God's call to me as a wife and mother. I understand that hormones and fatigue are playing a huge role in how I am carrying out my calling. The conflict is between what I know and what I feel . I finally decided to let the tears go in the shower and then to quit trying to reconcile my feelings with the facts. I don't think feelings can be rationally reconciled with facts. So my memo to myself is: do what ever you have to do, whether mandated by God or circumstances, and hold on; you'll feel better eventually. The thing is, maybe life is good, and maybe not. God is good. Always.
Grandma has beautiful poppies right now.