I suppose I could talk about my own personal discontent again.
Seems like I complain a lot.
Trust me, it gets old for me too.
Day after day, SOS.
Can't catch a break.
Holidays become increasingly harder.
This weekend delivered a double punch to my already fragile heart.
Nothing that can be fixed. I've tried. Repeatedly. It's time to move on. And yet it hurts. So much.
But in the grand scheme of things, I'm living the good life. I'm fairly healthy, I have a husband who loves me, a roof over my head and two little boys who I'd move Heaven and Earth for. For this I am very thankful.
This week I learned of three friends faced with some real difficulties.
Bad things come in threes.
Two expectant moms with pre-eclampsia and another mom diagnosed with breast cancer. I'm praying very hard for all of them.
I hope this means bad has met its limit.