Seeing other people struggle always impacts me. Ask my mom, when she or my brother were treated poorly while I was growing up, it bothered me way more than it bothered them. I worry about the sick and the poor. It makes my heart heavy when I see pain impacting those around me.
Also, I am extremely sensitive to what other people say to and about me. I don't deal with rejection or criticism well. Although, I always act like I can take anything and that stuff just rolls off my back. It doesn't. It goes straight to my heart. And there it sits often for years.
The point is, I am not as tough as many people seem to think I am. I wear my heart on my sleeve. Whether I am mourning someone else's loss or dwelling in my own, I struggle to not be emotionally overwhelmed. I think this is why I write. It is a release.
I tell you all of that to say. I love my life. I am more fortunate than I ever imagined possible. When I say I am struggling, it is just my sensitive nature that I am still too proud to own, taking over.
Here are the joys I experienced last week.
|66. Gracie walking around with her purse and baby because she wants to be like her mommy.|
|67. These kiddos having fun inside on a rainy day.|
|68. This retention area near our neighborhood holding all the water that didn't go in our basement.|
|69. Sun peeking through the clouds after days of rain.|
|70. Jack's little spirit. He can have fun anywhere. Even in his pajamas in the rain.|
|71. The love I see between these two. They are thick as thieves.|
|72. Grace joining in on the rainy day fun.|
|73. A rainbow after days of flooding. His reminder that we are never alone.|