worries are on my mind right now. Some small. Most not so small. I can't bring myself to really write about them. The guilt. The fear. It is always there. Most of the time I cope pretty good but I think November may be to blame for the tears. And a few extra worries loaded on for good measure.
One of my kids had a bad bike wreck. It was terrifying. She was in so much pain. Almost a week later she is still recovering. No broken bones but definitely sore. Another daughter is headed down a path of hopelessness. She has been given every opportunity but refused it. Now that she has to stand on her own, she is making all the wrong choices. Dragon's seasonal PTSD is in full swing too. Then there is my grandmother's stroke and an uncertain future.
Mass last night was just what I needed. It felt like Father was speaking to me as he gave a short homily. I walked in the door with my worries weighing me down. I left with tears falling.
The daughter that had the bike accident woke up feeling better this morning. That is a huge worry off my shoulders. The rest will come in time.
Sorry for the whiny post but I figured my blogger friends deserved more than silence.
Today I am going to put on my happy face and get the house ready for the Christmas season. Tree goes up very soon.