otters.

These were my Facebook posts yesterday:

8:00 AM: “We do not have to be saviors of the world. We are simply human beings, enfolded in weakness and in hope, called together to change our world one heart at a time.” (Jean Vanier)

3:00 PM: I saw an otter today. And then a whole bunch of horrible stuff happened. But I saw an otter. That was awesome.

9:00 PM: We will go ahead and complete this most fantastic day with a shattered windshield at the ballpark….

Looking at it, I’m such a weird person. You should totally be my Facebook friend…

Yesterday was a super hard day.

There were a couple times, Andy and I wondered if the day could get any more ironic. If it didn’t hurt so much, we would of laughed. We went numb for a couple hours. We would start talking and then have to stop. It was too much.

That was right before a baseball flew and shattered our windshield.

The whole park gasped. And then we did laugh.

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It’s stuff where there are no easy answers. Or “right” answers for that matter.

It’s stuff where no matter how many “good” decisions you make, it still happens.

It’s stuff where the weight and responsibility of having to think for 8 people is just so huge.

It’s stuff that just plain hurt.

And we were sad.

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But like always, the sun came up today.

6 tired, little bodies made their way into the kitchen.

Andy and I exchanged a quiet glance over the outfit choice of one of our children. Something we do almost daily.

The coffee tasted especially sweet.

We couldn’t find one shoe…sending a child to school in Andy’s shoes.

And I have a busy day. Some heavy stuff.

Some really light stuff like washing the uniforms, scrubbing the bathrooms, and prepping for the flurry of birthdays we are about to have.

I will do my research on psychologists and auto glass repair and rental houses.

And I will rejoice in the fact that even when it feels like it, we are not alone.

And there are mercies. Brand new ones every single day.

Onward. Today is Wednesday.

Let’s do this…..