Ephesians 2:8 For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God,
At the Art Spirit Gallery in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. Mike was a featured artist. (my name tag says Wife of Artist)
I was up early today, Mike had an appointment in Rathdrum, we left the house at 8:30 and we were 45 minutes early. So we stopped and had a coffee, and listened to Praise and Worship music at the coffee shop. Hasani’s on Highway 41. Mike saw his GP, and all is okay, so it was a fairly short visit, and unless something comes up, we don’t need to go back for 6 months.
We stopped at a store, Bi-Mart, and they had canning lids, so I got some, we went to breakfast, picked up a prescription, then home for Mike to nap for an hour. He had a spinal ablation in Post Falls at 1:45 so we left the house at 1:15 and got there right on time. After that was over, Mike wanted a milk shake – and off we went to Baskin-Robbins in Coeur d’Alene. Finally, home for the rest of the day.
I did laundry off and on all day, cleaned a few dishes, and did some stuff in the office. I didn’t get ‘my’ stuff around the house worked on like I wanted, but I did a lot of things for Mike, and that’s just as important. I am working on keeping a better attitude about things, and it’s very difficult at times; however bad things may get, I am trying my best through all the crap, and hassles, and tears. There are lots of tears!
So I have folks telling me they see things this way, or they think I’m doing things wrong, or they tell me I’m not being honest from their perspective – I am me. I am doing the best I can, I have always tried to do the best I can. I work hard at it. I want folks to understand, I am not here to please them, my 1st priority is to my family. Sometimes I have harsh feelings that come to the surface, sometimes I realize things aren’t always the way I’d like them to be, but I’ve had a ton of really good, happy things happen. There are tons of really crappy things too, but I don’t want to focus there. The bad comes out, and it causes me to cry, and to be melancholy, and to wish things were different; but then I am able to put it away for a bit and hold it at bay, until something brings it forward again. A birthday, a Holiday, a photograph, a letter, or card. I never know what will trigger it and I am learning to deal better and better.
So for now, I will continue to try to be happy and positive. It’s a journey, a process that needs working on. I can do this.