Well, the picket fence painting is off the sidebar projects to do. We'll hire painters from here on out, and lawn boys too, and maybe a teenager to plant my flowers in the spring. I'll try to remember there is likely someone out there who will be thankful for the work.

I never made it off the couch yesterday, didn't even get dressed actually. I did get sweet emails, phone calls from both daughters, and Leslie came over and took over. She cared for me, and made dinner. Throughout the day, I thought, "there are people all over praying for all my hurts." It was the salve I needed.

A night sleeping with legs elevated on big pillows, two Tylenol Pm and knee wraps, and I can move a bit today. I've set the big goal of getting to Target to shuffle through the toy aisles and get a birthday present in the mail for Grayson who will be three on Monday. Birthdays are pretty important when you're still in the single digits.

My heart is better. I've had hours and hours to sift through what happened, what lessons should I hold close to my heart, and which ones should I let sift through my fingers, extending forgiveness for hurts I don't feel are justified.

I did tell my husband I thought it was terribly efficient of me to pile all the crud together into one big lump, rather than spreading it thin over an entire week! It's sunny and beautiful fall outside, God's in His Heaven, and all's right with the world, even if it has knee wraps, ice packs and a few stings left over from a hurting heart. Thank you all for the love and prayers. I felt them - even through the Tylenol PM! xoxoxo

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