Good Evening, God!
My loving husband, Kit, drove me out of Prescott and up to Thumb Butte early this afternoon so I could get some good photos . . . and maybe walk a short way up the trail.
But, we never did find the parking lot for the trail and the photo I like the best is the one I took out of our hotel window just a few minutes ago. I suspect there is a message in that, God! I certainly get the message that traveling helps us to appreciate better what we have at home.
These three days off by ourselves have been eye-opening. I have begun to realize just how tired I was. And not just tired — flat — not my hopeful self.
Now that HOPE is returning, I appreciate it more than I can say! Thank You, God! It came to me at dinner, as Kit and I were talking, that Hope isn’t so much hoping for something as it is a general pervasive buoyancy.
It is not yet quite clear to me how I am going to take care of myself so as to maintain this buoyancy. But it is now a very clear goal. Oh my. I am back to the old topic of “Caring for Myself. ” All of us “Oldest Daughters” in my Wednesday Prayer Circle are having the same problem. Caring for others is easy. But caring for oneself? Sigh. HARD!
Hard, but essential. And yes, I know. You are waiting to be asked for help!