A personalized blog for my Tuesdays

I'm so sorry you have to deal with this crap.  

I wish I had a stronger word.    

With every single thing going on, you have more crap piled on top of crap.  

Seriously, there ought to be a cap on the amount of crap one person must deal with in her life.  I don't know why things continually happen to you and/or your family.  But, I do love you dearly and if I had something awesome to say, I totally would just to make it all go away.  

And life just really blows sometimes.  

I don't get it, I don't like it, and I'm over it. 

 I feel so helpless, but I'm not being flippant when I say "please call me."  

It is an honor to get your emails and texts because that means you actually do trust me enough to share a piece of your world with me.  

Because 

I 

do 

care 

a

lot. 

Sometime I wonder if I'm allowing myself to get to caught up, only to be bitterly disappointed in a little while.  

Because, like it or not, this party is going to come to an end at some point.  It would be so much easier to wrap myself in bubble wrap.   Then nothing gets broken.  

But, instead I know that while this life is fleeting, I have the promise of eternal friendships.  

And that, my dear, dear ladies, is what keeps us going, isn't it?

So, when you are in that deep, dark, place please know that there is hope.  

There is comfort. 

There is peace. 

But, I know sometimes you wish it just wasn't your turn anymore, and that someone else could get a helping of your troubles. 

In conclusion:  I will not spout any items from the list.  

Oh that awful, stupid, and dreaded list. 

So, when I say, "hang in there" know that I mean it.  

It will get better. . . .eventually.  

We may just have to see Jesus first.