We had an amazing opportunity this morning. We got to listen to an Apostle of Jesus Christ, Elder L. Tom Perry. And we got to listen to Elder Kevin Hamilton, a member of the Quorum of the Seventy. And our local Stake President, as well.
It was great. And inspiring. And I'm grateful my children had the opportunity to be in the same room as these great men.
And then we had some fun putting together puzzles.
And then I got a phone call and realized I had sort of dropped the ball on something, and the batteries in the smoke alarm started beeping, and Darling A woke up, and Baby B said he was starving. And I kind of fell apart.
Kind of totally.
I feel like a ball of yarn. With therapy, I've been unwinding and unwinding, in the hopes of someday getting re-wound in a nice, workable ball again. Sometimes, I feel like things are going well in that direction. The problem is, occasionally, I hit a really bad knot and I don't know how to de-tangle it. And it kind of feels worse. I don't know if that makes sense.
It stinks.
1 comment:
I think that's a great analogy; thanks for coming up with it. It describes how I've felt many times. Sometimes I have to leave the knot alone for a while and then come back to it, sometimes I ask someone else to help me with it, and always I have to have more patience than I thought I could muster. :0) I'm going to remember to apply this analogy next time I'm in an emotional knot.
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