The simple joys of more hearts and loves than hands.

It is so interesting that a day like yesterday when a St. Bernard Dog can take up our attention and interest can disintegrate into conflicts and mumuring so swiftly. I am grateful for my family and my responsibilities, but it is on days like these when I am saying, like Elizabeth Browning, Lord, help me not to be buried under the days. The responsibilities are looming and growing and my energies seem to be waning and small. This makes me sad.
A simple reminder that a loving mother cares about clean clothes and the thought of the piles of laundry that haunt me, is a trigger, among other things. I love the line in the movie Yours Mine and Ours, with Lucille Ball when the whole family is getting adopted by one another and the judge tries to give a compliment to Lucille Ball saying that his wife had one or two children and couldn't keep up with her responsibilities at all. She comes back at him and says that it is often because she has an understanding husband that she is able to cope. I was encouraged by that and try to lift my spirits on days like this with the rememberance of the joys that are mounting higher than the laundry piles.
Somebody is always in love or hate with somebody else. Somebody is always laughing and somebody is always crying. It is a dizzying experience sometimes. Still, I am grateful for the experience and would never trade it for anything. God is everywhere. His word says that He is in the solitary, as well as in the crowd. I am learning to balance the experience of Him in both circumstances. I will blink my eyes and they will all be gone and the show will be over and the curtain will be down. So, I will rise on the next day to my role and my responsibility and whatever emotions are there, I will tie them together and play my part, with whatever strength is allowed me, today.

Maybe, I am missing my praise dancing this morning...:{