Feeling better, kinda, sorta

I am feeling a wee bit better today, although the pressure in my head is making me a human barometer. I don't think I've fully recovered from that awful flu that was going around. Thank you for all your comments, I know I'm not alone. Blogs and the people you meet on them and through them are truly a gift from God in these uncertain times. :)

Life can be overwhelming at times, can't it. I do often take a "news fast", especially since I'm so tired of all the election news. However, one can't get away from it at this time since the "what if Obama is elected" talk seems to arrive in every ministry e-mail and update, not to mention facing the reality of economics... ours and the nation's.

I'm also around two melancholic men, it's enough to make any sanguine take to her sofa. I was able to give my husband a word picture recently to make him see why he shouldn't say another's pain isn't as bad as ours (well, for one thing, I've never been put in a Chinese prison for my faith!!!). Remember, melancholics see the glass half empty.

I told him it would be like someone suffering from the pain of cancer telling me I wasn't suffering like them when I had the abscessed tooth. Just because one's circumstances may not seem as difficult as another's, doesn't mean the pain is any less.

My friend who is shedding tears over a prodigal daughter feels no less pain than I do suffering from Juvenile diabetes and financial concerns. Another friend no longer sees her beloved grandchildren because her son ruined his marriage when he had an affair and her former daughter-in-law moved to another part of the state. Each has their own trial and we must all endure to the end.

I remember the year I was working long hours with Concerned Women For America, fighting a state constitutional amendment which concerned us very much. We had been given very little chance of stopping the amendment as it was backed by high ranking national and state politicians. That was the year I had my husband and daughter helping me stuff thousands of envelopes to mail out before election day. Christopher was just a couple years old at the time.

We ended up with a David vs. Goliath win but I was so exhausted by election day, I had to go to bed and couldn't take a phone call from the newspaper. Not too long after that, I received a pretty card in the mail from a delightful woman I'd met, a homemaker whose house we had been able to meet in a couple of times. She had included a pretty magnet with the scripture verse "Let us not weary in doing good". She had no idea how spiritually and emotionally exhausted I was and that the magnet would have a home on my refrigerator for years.

I can't say my circumstances are any better today but I'm not as emotionally weary. Even though my husband and I had to take our working car (Old Faithful) in to see the tire doctor today in between Christopher's classes. The tire was able to get by with a patch (yeah!) and I was so happy that I promised to drop some cookies off for the "tire man" next week. Our town may be much bigger than it was when I was a child but that doesn't mean we have to act like it. :)

As for this evening, dinner is going to be very simple. Rather than start a new fiction book, I may pop Persuasion in the DVD player, light a candle, and do a little more resting on the sofa... perhaps a snack later of tea and cinnamon toast. That sounds like a very good thing.

Picture: Faith, Family, Friends; allposters.com