~Henry Ward Beecher
…the days can be so long!
Did the house cleaning today and decided to finally put some boxes up in the attic that had been sitting in the garage for several months. I trucked up the ladder with my trusty, tiny flashlight in hand (actually my mouth as both hands were full) and got about a third of them up there when I noticed that I was very careful about not hitting my head on the light bulb.
Light bulb?
Could that possibly mean there was actually a light fixture up there that is connected to a switch somewhere? And that the switch would turn the bulb on and light up the attic so I wouldn’t have to carry the flashlight up and down with me?
Gaw! But in my defense it was the first time I had been up there since I moved in seven months ago.
Ran out for a few minutes to friend Mik’s house to attend her Sweetie Boy’s sixth birthday. Stayed only a few minutes and rushed back home to wait for something that never came.
Maybe tomorrow.
I really like the quote I picked for this blog entry.
Tonight, as I lay in bed listening to music, I am trying to hold on to the handle of faith for tomorrow and not the handle of anxiety. I just never knew that emotional pain could hurt so bad physically. But I know it is totally up to me as to which handle I choose and this choice will shape my day tomorrow and the days to follow.
How ’bout you? When life is tough and painful, which handle do you reach for?
~Sandy
