Cry of My Heart

         Today is Easter Sunday. This morning after opening Easter baskets and taking the mandatory photos, the boys and I went out on our back deck and blew bubbles. The sun was shining down on us and a warm breeze gently grazed our faces. We soaked in the beautiful warm weather.  I was hit by the irony that last Sunday looked incredibly different for us here in Illinois. Last Sunday morning as we drove to church for the kids' Easter program, we ran into dangerously slick conditions, Snow was whipping through at high speeds and ice covered the country roads. My van began to slip and slide. I knew immediately that I had lost all control and we were assuredly going off the road. I frantically prayed that we wouldn't hit anything in the process. Thankfully, we spun around, missed the telephone pole not too far away, and ended up in the muddy ditch without a scratch on neither us or the vehicle. As strangers rushed to our aide and I waited for my dad and tow truck to rescue us,

     You know those people who pick a word for the year and then stick with it and live by it over the next 12 months? You know those people who have it all together, have some intense focus and are able to commit to one topic for an entire year? Yeah, I am not those people. I have never understood how to do such a thing. It’s just one word, how could this be that hard. The truth is that resolutions have never been my thing and maybe that’s because January tends to be a really hard month for me to get motivated in. This year I started off with the stomach flu given to me by my 2 year old who had a nasty case of it the day before.. There was very little rest and health happening that first week of January. While others were posting about crushing 2019, I could barely lift my head up,  forgetting to feed and clothe my  own  children,  let alone have time to start crushing goals.  I think we all know when we are physically down and out it doesn’t take much of a stretch to become emotion