Of the hundreds of emotions on a woman's emotional spectrum, let's just say I've experienced them all. Oh, yes. All. Poor, poor hubby.
Sprinkling the emotional smorgasbord have been my frequent, riveting meltdowns. In fact, I shared about one of those right here. Bless the Marys in all of our lives.
Had another one today. Yup, it was the pinnacle of my meltdown career so far. Oh, was it ever u-g-l-y. I mean mascara running down my cheeks and everything. It was bad.
The meltdown itself was born from deep disappointment and exhaustion. You see, we've been walking through a wilderness place for the last ten months or so. It's been a painful, confusing, tiring place and I'm ready to be done with it. Really, really done with it.
But I learned something today. New ideas and dreams are born in the wilderness. That's where we are stretched enough to allow those God-size dreams to be revealed to us. It's terribly scary and disconcerting.
And beautiful. Oh, so very, very beautiful.
So the new ideas and dreams come. We looked at each other, Hubby and I, and wondered aloud if this was really what we were both thinking. It would require some pretty serious wing-stretching and horizon-expansion. And this lady getting out of her comfort zone. I mean, waaayyyy out.
Are we willing to try it?
I'm saying let's go for it and see where it leads.
What joy is this going to bring us?
Linking to Sharon's Just for the Joy of It at the Good, True and Beautiful.