This past weekend, I did something that was not so ordinary, at least, not for me. In fact, it was rather extraordinary.
I took a little trip. Without my family. I know…
It was good, so good, soul-stirring good. It was scary and it was freeing. It was hard and it was healing. It was challenging and it was hope-instilling. It was so many things, in so many ways, to so many people, including little old ordinary me.
We talked about priorities, and we talked about balance, and I thought about all of the things I love to do- including knitting! And how do I fit it all in?
My faith first. Marriage and children second. All the other stuff after the needs of the first two are met.
So, um, yeah, I’ll be working on getting, and Lord-willing keeping, my priorities in order, you know, once I finish the current project with a deadline that seemed like it would be so quick and easy, but now has me stressed out and knitting like a crazy woman who may not have learned as much as she claims to have learned this past weekend…
It’s totally ok, I just wasn’t counting on that whole couple weeks with unrelenting pregnancy-induced nausea. After 6 pregnancies with zip, zero, nada “morning” sickness, who would’ve thought that it would be an issue…?!
Wish me luck!