please be patient

still catching my breath from what feels like one of the worst blows yet. the term sucker punch comes to mind. and the definition of the word crisis seems so vague. feet knocked out from under me. betrayed. short shallow breaths. nauseated. restless. hopeless.

i am working at getting back on my feet and trusting that this ordeal will make me a stronger and better person, in the end. but during the process, it is pretty tough. it sucks actually.

please be patient while it is a little quiet on this end. i have been reading your blogs and so grateful for the dear friends i have made, since beginning my own blog. but as for posting on mine, i don't know when that will happen. i hope sooner than later, but each new day brings a new revelation and i am back on my butt again. it gets old. real fast. what's worse, my hands are tied.

i refuse to give up. this will not define me. but what i wouldn't give for a little good news. a little relief. someone to tag my hand, jump in the ring, and kick the mess out of it all.

the book of psalms has become extremely personal to me these last few days. like way past just someone writing about enemies trampling them, and hoping that God would have shown His vengeance, like a week ago. no, the writer of psalms has put flesh on the word of God for me like no one ever could. it is keeping my head above water.