Is it too late to drown?

Do weekends feel the same to you as they do to me? A new start?

This has been a week. A week that has followed a very dark week. I've learned that we will have bad weeks. Weeks that seem to swallow us whole. Weeks that eventually will spit you out into the next. The trick is to rise above the stench of the week that precedes the present week. They say bad things come in three's and last week that three was doubled.

And while the pain of last week seems unbearable to think about, I look at my blessings. My living, breathing children. Who are thriving and full of joy. My home that has running water that is so clean, I can actually drink straight from the tap. (seriously how many people in our world don't have clean water, even a mile away??) For my supportive husband who has tears in his eyes as he tells me how happy he is and who I can't imagine living without. And for my King, who has saved me. Me, an undeserving sloth.

So, with my eyes turned upward, I will look ahead, not behind...