Funky

I posted "blah" on my Facebook status today, and immediately got all these inbox messages asking what's wrong. Nothing's wrong. Nothing I can change, anyway. Just kind of "yuck."

There's a lot going on at work. I was threatened with arrest the other day in the local shopping center parking lot (No kidding. Story to follow. I am still too indignant to write it now. Ugh. It will be funny in a day or two, though.) I'm homesick. My brothers can't afford to come home this year for Thanksgiving. Kaela and Ben are driving each other nuts. The days are too short. I have a lot on my mind....and there's nowhere to go to just retreat & clear my head for a couple of hours. Even the daggone bookstore is full of people I know.

There are going to be days like this, I know. Life isn't all fluffy bunnies and cumulus clouds in blue skies. Joy does not depend on my circumstances, anyhow! The funky day will pass soon enough, and there's no time for pity parties.

But I do need a perspective shift. A reminder that life is not all about what goes on within these four walls. I am seriously praying about going to Africa on mission trip next summer. Our church is taking a trip there, as is Compassion International to visit the area where our sponsored child lives. I have no idea how we will afford it. But it has been coming up at the strangest times--a lot lately--and I'm wondering if that's the Holy Spirit prompting. I'm praying.