did the title make you flashback to Barry Manilow?
Record of the broad range of feelings I experienced yesterday (and most everyday, really):
Satisfaction -- actually getting some things checked off my to do list while on Spring Break
Joy -- that I am alive and breathing today
Amusement -- over our three year old's animated personality and funny antics
Anger -- because of the self-centeredness I see in our lives--don't want to be this way and yet we are.
Exhiliration -- when favorite player Yadier Molina hit his career's first grand slam (on opening day, even!)
Pride -- that I even knew and cared about that last bit of baseball trivia
Angst -- trying not to get sucked into our performance driven culture...yet wanting so much for us and our children to give our all for Jesus in this life
Anticipation -- of going out of town at the end of the week!
Frustration -- over the sin in my life and in those areas I feel stuck (ugh!!!)...
Enjoyment -- of the beautiful spring weather
Thankfulness -- for our thoughtful friend who cooked us dinner last night and spent time hanging with our fam
Hopefulness -- this is going to be the day my three year old no longer wears diapers...
Defeat -- "hi...you think you could pick up some diapers on your way home?"
Solitude -- as my kids all played outside
Discomfort -- while hobbling through my five mile run after running a race on Saturday...
Rejection/Condemnation -- longing for some relationships to be closer than they are...wondering why they're not and what we are doing wrong...
Acceptance -- thankful that God's love through Jesus is unconditional
Determined -- to not let unfruitful feelings and thoughts have reign in me
Love -- as we played outside last night
Contentment -- snuggling up on the couch with our kids watching an American Girl movie
Amazement -- watching Butler play their heart out
Disappointment -- seeing 'the agony of defeat' displayed all over their faces as they walked off the floor...
Peaceful -- knowing that this world is not my home, and that my hope is in Christ alone
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