Joy Comes

Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning . . .
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!
(Psalms 30:5,12)

The mundane has been extremely difficult this week. With a two-week old cough that is relentless . . . making my body physically drained, coming home from holidays and trying to transition back into routine, and various discipline issues from children which have been emotionally draining I feel this week is never going to end.

We had a wonderful time away, but the two hour delay of our flight home seemed to throw a wrench in the way I has planned my week. Not getting home until three o'clock in the morning and getting up at five o'clock to get ready for a conference gave me two hours sleep. It was not the wisest decision I could have made to still attend, but I had already paid and thought I would be able to catch up on the lost sleep another time (foolish, I know).

I was blessed with a refreshing day at the conference. A nice trip there and home again with the chance to get to know other home schooling moms a bit better. And coming home to supper, a hot bath and bed!

My week has been rather ordinary, but the sticky floors, seemingly endless clutter, the laundry that is piling up, and the fact that some of these jobs feels like climbing a mountain indicate that I am simply drained. We have some catching up to do with some subjects, bedtime issues that have been on-going all week . . . nothing too major, but robbing me of joy.

I am so glad that I came home to spring . . . a time of year when the promise of new life is so evident. Just as the bleakness of winter brightens so too our bleaker days. I know that this is 'just a stage'.

I have been glad that I can stop and think on my Thanksgiving list. Even when little things in life seem 'hard' we truly have much to give thanks for.