Yeah, it's been a interesting week. Not in a things-blew-up kind of way, but in a...life-baffles-me kind of way.

My husband and I have been talking about moving. I'm rather desperate for an office. If you don't know, I write in complete silence. 

Like total and complete silence.

As in don't say nuthin'. If you think about me, I'll know it.

But, I have an eleven-year-old. Nothing gives me more inspiration than my little girl busting a move while I'm trying to write.

Anyway, about the chicken emoji. (Those are two words I never thought I'd put together.) I used to have a lot of chickens, and as of late, I've really been missing them. We had goats too. A baby goat is probably one of the cutest things on the planet. I miss them too.

All that to say, we can't move yet. The want is there, but the finances, not so much. Which is okay. Things happen when they're supposed to. I just wish they were supposed to happen when I want them to. HA!
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Okay, I've got chicken emojis and dancing kids. That's about as exciting as I get anymore.

You try to prepare for it with the adage of "hope for the best and prepare for the worst." Only, I've found that I don't quite keep that fifty-fifty. It's more like 60/40...okay, no, more like 80/20. 

Why is that? 

Even knowing that the worst is probably what's going to happen, there's that hope. It's that little green leafy sprig, sticking up in the arid sandy desert, waving like a flag. 

And I don't want to give it water, but I do it anyway. 

Am I glutton for punishment? 

Sometimes, I wonder if I am. Do you wonder that? Does it make you feel dumb? Because I feel dumb. Am I alone in this? Sometimes, I wonder if I am. 

Then after all those rambling thoughts, I have one of those rare moments when things are quiet. The house is still. It's early, and I'm drinking my coffee. 

​That's when I hear that little voice whisper, ever so gently...

Hope is a powerful thing. It's the light in the darkness when I can't see anything beyond the situation that I'm in. 

Yes, the worst is going to happen. I'll never be able to prepare for it.
But, even in the midst of that, there's that hope I can hang onto to weather the worst and things will be okay. 

Now, whether those things are the way I wanted them to happen is a different story. But I think that's just how life works. 

First, I think typos are meant to keep people humble. It's a way to remind us that nothing's perfect, even when you're trying hard to make it that way. (Yes, keep sending me those typos, you lovely eagle-eyed gems.)

Second, never is the meanest word ever invented because once invoked, it takes it as a personal challenge to prove you wrong.
Third, sometimes the things you've thought made you weak, have actually made you strong. This world likes to put a value on toughness, tossing aside the meek and mild.

The world can be wrong. A lot.

Sometimes, the tenderhearted are the bravest. They've been given a black eye and instead of returning the blows, they smile, understanding the hurt behind the anger. 

And fourth (this is based on my faith and not an intent to preach), I think sometimes the reason Jesus wants us to be still and listen is so that He can listen to our hearts. Sometimes, I think we're desperate for something we don't even know we need. But He does. At least I think so.
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Anyway, August is officially here. Man, was my momma right. The older I get the faster the days are.