What is it about getting off your butt that usually makes you feel better? I mean, I enjoyed my wallow, thank you, but today I am getting on with life and painting my foyer. I spent two days watching tv and movies, letting my mom feed me, crying on my husband, and now I am over it. Somewhat over it.
Today I am painting my foyer. Yes, that little room in the above photo with that ugly contemporary metal table. I was supposed to paint it when I did my big living room project, but we got lazy and decided to wait. So today I got the ladder back out and started painting.
And I am feeling better. Maybe it's being up on a ladder. Maybe it's a couple days of distance and a sweet husband. Maybe it's knowing that all of you are out there and you're praying for us. That did help, so I thank you.
Maybe it's thinking about my sweet friend at Stretch Marks, who is facing an even bigger disappointment. And she is coping with it as well as anyone can be expected.
I know it's my Lord, who comforts me in my anguish. I know He lifts me up when I am crying in the shower. I know He hears me when I yell about it, too. I know He helps me be kind to other pregnant women, and gracious when I am handed a baby to hold. He helps me kiss my niece and nephews and shower them with love.
But, then again, maybe it's the paint fumes.