Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The baggage we carry gets unloaded
as we fight sleep deprivation, emotions, and with each other
Words fly like dirty clothes being tossed from suitcase to floor
Tears fall as the empty feeling wraps around me like a fuzzy bathrobe
I cinch it tighter, this familiar feeling, and wallow in it

And I wonder why it is so hard
this two becoming one
this hupatasso - lifting, supporting

But we start again
mercies new every morning
this morning
because there is a bigger picture
and the promise is for more than just the two of us now

and not every day is as hard as yesterday
and today is almost done
and tomorrow awaits beckoning with a voice of hope


joining with emily

4 comments:

  1. oh, i think i've written so many posts just like this one---i so understand that awful pit in your tummy feeling after the fight--and you don't always know the why or what and you do know you just want him back and normal back and to be better next time for your babes....
    i love the raw honesty and still the uplifting. the new mercies--i cling to that verse, eh!?
    love and hugs, misty

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  2. keep moving...today may not be the best...and even tomorrow, but there is an end to the desert...and a promised land waiting..

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  3. and not every day is as hard as yesterday
    and today is almost done
    and tomorrow awaits beckoning with a voice of hope


    oh yes, oh yes! i needed to read this in this moment of screaming children.

    i love the pictures of your boys. they're adorable!

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  4. because there is a bigger picture
    and the promise is for more than just the two of us now

    oh, i like this. i cling to the mercies new every morning. it's something i whisper to myself when the nights are long. morning is fresh, with no mistakes, as anne of green gables says. :)

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