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Because I Know You Care

It feels to me that I haven't blogged in forever.

In reality, it's been 5 days. 3, if you count the cheating post of a photo.

Things that have happened since Monday:
- I applied for an apartment.
- I applied for some jobs.
- I played Mad Gab. - Safe hemp rye fat try on!
- I (we) got the apartment.
- I went to visit my Grandma.
- I went to a Father's Day BBQ and listened to an amateur ladies' chorale group.
- I went furniture shopping and felt overwhelmed.
- I bought a sofa. With pull-out couch, for all who plan on visiting. (*cough* Laura *cough*)
- I bruised myself in the repacking of the van with said couch.
- I rode on the floor of the van, squished tightly between Mom and Grandma, leaning back so cops couldn't see me (on Grandma's advice).
- I went to a wedding. I helped my friends with their three little ones. I caught up with some university friends.

In and around all this, I have done a lot of praying. I have tried to stop myself from doing much thinking, because thinking can be hazardous to my health these days. Instead, I'm reminding myself of simple truths that haven't changed. Things like God's goodness. That time is my friend. That I don't have to do (or be) everything today. That my support system is strong. That my anxiety will not last forever. That in the end, all will be well, and that there is always hope.

This song says it just about rightly, I think.

So there you have it. My week in a nutshell.


Mindy said…
Glad to hear you're settling in well back in Ont, Beth. And thanks for the reminder to stop overthinking. It's a good reminder.
mykates said…
Wanted to stop by, and say hi... and I felt encouraged by your post. It's sounding like you're on a good path- I'm excited for you!

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