Brother Mike is back in Wisconsin, the boat is back at Mom and Dad's and Steven can rest today. I think he is ready for that, but by the weekend he will be restless again.
I am so tired. It doesn't matter how much sleep I get, I want to put my head down. I'm so tempted to go lay in the back seat of my car for lunch. I look like poop with a capital 'S'. I've given up trying to cover up the circles under my eyes. But, God provides.
Recently, it is in the form of volunteers at the church. There should be a special place in heaven (preferably by Mother Teresa) for church volunteers. These women have become indispensable to me. Each day they come in and hug me and do what work I'm not able to get to. They question how I am and share their life struggles. They listen, pray with me or for me and hug me on the way out. My office is quiet until the next volunteer. I feel like God puts thought into who walks in that door because I've managed to make friends with each one and sometimes feel like I've had a therapy session. We get work done around the talking...sometimes. Gosh I hope my boss doesn't read this.