So today is a gloomy day that topped off a semi-crappy week.
I hate to complain about where we live. It's Hawaii. It's paradise. So many people would love to live here.
I get it.
Don't get me wrong- it is wonderful. And it is beautiful.
If I could just build a bridge from here to Texas, then I think I'd stay forever. Or maybe I can just become a millionaire and buy a private jet? Or if one of you has one, maybe you could let me borrow it sometime?
Anyway my point is that although it's amazing in so many ways, one thing that has been very hard for us is being away from family. (Well that and being away from Texas food but that's a different subject.)
It's especially hard during rough times. Like today. And this month in general. It breaks my heart that I can't be there with my family. It makes me feel helpless. Even if I couldn't actually help the situation, it still feels good to be there, physically, with someone that you care about.
I'm a worrier. I'm one of those people that obsesses about a situation until I'm sick about it. I lose sleep over it. I stop eating because of it.
But what's the point? Worrying doesn't make anything better.
I'm basically talking to myself here because even though I'm writing this, I'm worrying as I type.
This sure has been a lesson in faith.
I don't want to go into details about what's going on but I would really appreciate prayers for my family.
Here's to a weekend that's better than this week was!