a flailing morning

i greeted the day yesterday and was instantly overwhelmed. tasks, phone calls, little buns in new panties and all the rest. i cried about 4 times before lunch-- all for mostly stupid reasons. it was a morning.

i sat wallowing, feeling that horrible not-in-control feeling. non-descript, flailing and hopeless. how do i so easily land there??

i texted a few women asking for prayer. got texts back from understanding sisters. and within 20 minutes i was here:

with chubby fingers, kneading bread.

community rocks. prayer is miraculous. and our God is good.

the day that followed was not perfect. but it was so much better.

happy weekend, friends. here's to not being alone.