It's a beautiful Easter morning in Arizona. The Sun is shining, the birds are happy, and I have a headache the size of my ass. Big. Stress, pms, not enough caffeine. I'm trying to diet. I'm trying to be healthy. My body is pissed at me. Even though I'm no where near as heavy or out of shape as I have been in the past, I'm starting to feel my age and the pressures of this past year. We have been through so much, but God has brought us through it all. I used to say this in derby, and it applies to life too: every now and then, you need to get your ass kicked. It makes you see what your weaknesses are so you can strengthen them. It makes you realize how much you can take and still get back up and keep moving.
It's not over. We still have a month long separation, a huge move, and a starting over to go through. Mr Buffy has to be a single dad with a moody 9 year old and I get to be a single mom with a rambunctious 4 year old while living with my in-laws. I'm starting a new job with a mere 3 days to transition. Mr B is quitting his job and has one month to pack an entire apartment by himself.
The rewards will eventually outweigh the stress. We are following the path God has set before us, and he has never led us astray.
Thank you Jesus for this beautiful resurrection day. Thank you for giving up everything for us. Let us live our lives in a way that is pleasing to you. Let us remember that the ass-kickings are making us better.
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