Eew

Gag-o-rama!
     Migraines are for the birds. Well, maybe not the birds. Birds are such cute little creatures and I just can't imagine them barfing up their tiny little breakfasts of worms. Ew. Ok, so maybe migraines aren't for them after all. Who came up with that anyways? Well then, migraines are straight from the pit of Hell. Can I get a witneeeesssss??? (I'm singing this.) So my day started off very poorly, how about yours?
     My precious boys, I felt so bad for them today. I was such a grouch. I yelled. I told them to shut-up. I was hurting sooo badly. I just wanted them to hush. Now I feel like a real loser, because of the way I talked to them this afternoon. God help me. Why do I do things like that? Please tell me that I am not the only one who does that. Please. Anyone? Thank God for Grandad. He came to the rescue with McDonalds for lunch. Me, I had a bite of a banana and managed to keep it down. Woot!
     My sweetheart of a daddy came by to check on me (and to bring food, of course) because he is so very thoughtful. He calls me every day. Every single day. I love that. He's done that for a couple of years now and I don't think he knows how very special that is to me. My day just isn't complete without hearing from my hero. (Yes, my husband is my hero, too. But Dad was my hero first.) Dad, if you ever read this, I love you. I love you more than words could ever say or art could ever inspire. God knew exactly what He was doing when He made you my daddy.
     I wish I were a better mother. Some days I feel so inadequate. Maybe it's just the mood that the migraine has led me to. Maybe it's just the weather. Maybe my heart is just a little sad. I just want to go home. That's all I want, is to go home. Funny thing is, I am home. I'm right here in my husbands recliner. What is it then? What's missing? People.
     I guess I am a rather small-minded person because I tend to think only of the world that I interact with. Kind of shallow, huh? Our family has experienced so much loss over the last several years. It hits home so much harder during the holidays. Does anyone else feel this way, or am I just a sap? Surely, surely there are those out there who have made it through deep valleys on your way up to the mountain-tops. Reach out your hand, so that I can grab hold. Please. Sometimes all we need in this life is a helping hand.
     Then again, I know that I do not walk alone. I know that my God is forever with me. He will be my fortress and my strength. I love Psalms 91.
"Lord, thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my protector and my shelter. Help me to feel your supernatural peace. I love you. Amen."

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