Well, here we are at 11:22 pm thinking I need to get to bed.
But I'm not ready yet.
It still feels like I am trying to exercise some odd feelings I can't quite identify.
I have been a basket case most of the day. I sat in the drama this afternoon and wept. Just wept.
I don't cry at dramas, ESPECIALLY Little Women.
Then tonight Lauralea and I watched a favourite movie, and I wept again.
Today I have been overwhelmed by love and emotion and it's all catching up with me I suppose.
Actually I think it's the week that has finally caught up with me. And I am undone.
I miss my dad. I miss my girls. I find it hard to let go of friends.
And Christmas is coming.
If I was a girl I could blame the calendar. But I am a guy, so it's probably my fault.
Not that I'm allotting blame, or accusing myself of anything other than being human.
But as you know, some nights it's just difficult being human.
It's an ok season to walk through. It'll get better I know.
But for tonight I feel, lost.
And it's ok feeling lost. I have the comfort of knowing that He knows where I am.
As long as somebody does. That way I can focus on the tears at hand.
If that makes any sense.
Take care of yourselves.