I decided this weekend was the time to deal with the monstrocity that was my gray roots. Nothing says “I don’t care” like dark brown hair with an inch and a half of gray at the top.
I don’t know about you, but I am lagging behind lately. It’s already March and my brain just shook out the holidays.
I decided to spend part of the day Saturday sitting outside feeling the delightful 70° breeze. Here in Texas we never know when the weather will change so I wanted to enjoy it while it was perfection.
Being married to a CPA means Valentine’s Day gets a little lost. By this time every year my husband is buried under mountains of tax returns and client questions.
Haven’t you been in a public restroom stall and you reach under the gray plastic holder that’s supposed to contain a roll of toilet paper the diameter of an old 33LP (kids, that’s what we used before CDs or ipods were invented) only to discover that there is NO paper?!
The Summit is such a time of ministering to women who are tired, broken and hurting. I prayed with at least 20 women last weekend, every one more desperate for God’s answers than the one before.
Isn’t it funny how things burn into our mind? Those catastrophic events that freeze time and we never forget where we were standing when we heard and the moments following.
I can’t tell you how happy I am to be back to a normal-ish routine. The Christmas decorations are down and we are doing our simple Monday-Bible study, Tuesday-Church, etc.
I am deep in the work of finishing the first draft of my next book and James came to me a few days ago saying, “Um, I know you’re busy but we need to schedule our annual big budget meeting.”
I am glad to have 2015 behind me and I have high hopes for 2016. Not that there’s any reason to think that except trust in God and believing He knows that I can only take so much.