Still here!

Things in my world are settling into a kind of pattern, even if it IS like a pattern drawn by a toddler holding a lipstick. 

I've got many plates spinning, which is not news to anyone who knows me. Not unmanageable, but not really much room for navel-gazing either. This is not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. In fact, I'm about to be WAY TOO BUSY for any navel-gazing:

-New Bible study/accountability group online
-Existing Bible study
-Volunteer work
-Practical placement for my course
-Studying
-Therapy coordination
-Translation project
-Appointment coordinator for four children and myself
-Project managing different household things
-Working on health and fitness
-Peer mentoring
-Project "Get my kids to sleep in their own beds and not wake me up at night". 

See? Many plates. 

I know that as long as keep looking upward, and not sideways, this will all work out as it is meant to. 
I know that. But does anyone else get tired just LOOKING at that list?

I guess any sane person would look at that list and decide to scrap some of it. I've never been that person, so I will instead try to make it all work, but I am finally at a stage where I can not hate myself when things don't work. 

One thing is for certain: 

I'm gonna need a whole lotta Jesus. 

XO,
Sarah

P.S. Some more coffee wouldn't be refused either. 







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