07 February 2013


It's raining. Not the pretty rain, but the chilled, dark rain that encompasses your soul and makes you wish you could curl up alone to work through the myriad of emotions running at high speed through your being. There are days when I struggle to see the joy I know is there. That joy seems to leak away with the rainwater down the storm drain.

Today is one of those days.

It's full of the constant battle that winter brings for at least one member of our family - days like this make the battle ten times harder and it spreads to the rest of us. It's a day of small anxieties creeping up from Satan about all the little things - the spilled dry cereal in at least two different rooms beside the dry bagel and soon-to-sour-sippy that is hiding nearby; the pile of pots and pans left in the sink now that I caught up the normal dishes; the pile of laundry on my bathroom floor; the story that I simply want time to work on in the midst of texts and emails from two sources to address varying issues with my daughter's many food allergies.....and so much more.

Anxiety is nibbling on my heart today.

I wish I could blast loud music and work through this on my own, but that isn't an option right now. Instead, I  am trying to take a somewhat Pollyanna approach, remembering the reasons it's not as bad as it could be:
  • It's just raining, not storming and tornado-ing
  • I snuck a yummy cookie at breakfast
  • My daughter's food allergies are under control
  • I got a random call from one of my oldest and bestest friends today
  • The struggles of winter-time could be much worse...and have been in years gone by
  • The stomach but that attacked the house this week appears to have bid adieu at last
  • Tomorrow is payday
  • The Lord has His merciful hand on every single bit of it - the good, the bad, the indifferent

And more than that, I think I need to sing a song of praise. No matter how hard that seems right now. So if you'll excuse me, I need to go for now...

Tell me, how do you find joy on days like this?


  1. O soul are weary and troubled, no light in the darkness you see? There's light for a look at the Savior and life more abundant and free. Turn your eyes upon Jesus, Look full in His wonderful face. And the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of His glory and grace.

    God hath not promised skies always blue, flower strewn pathways all our lives through; God hath not promised sun without rain, Joy without sorrow, Peace without pain. But God hath promised strength for the day, rest for the labor, light for the way, Grace for the trials, help from above. Unfailing sympathy, undying love.
    And a personal favorite....

    Momma said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my momma said!

  2. You mean I helped? It never ceases to amaze me how a "random" desire to chat fills a void for each of us! Only 20 more days to month's end - you will make it!


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