Birthday Week

It's my birthday week and I'm very, very sick. The whole episode is messing with my brain. All I want to do is huddle in a germ-y pile with down comforters and bunny slippers, drink tea and eat pie. That did not happen today - it was 80F outside. So, I just laid around the way we did as children, craving a box fan and {not} watching soap operas during the dog days of summer. If it is fall, no one is telling.

I'm not keeping up with this journal much, in part because there is too much to do elsewhere but also too many things I'm holding very close to my chest. Changes, they are a-coming, but we do not know the when's and where's. Only the why's... and they take so much energy.

"For who knows a person’s thoughts except the spirit of that person, which is in him? So also no one comprehends the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God." 1 Cor 2:11