My hide-away

So I am obviously in the mood for a little changing. I asked Sam to move some things around for me while I recover. This little place is calling my name. I have been outta my game for awhile and I think it's about time to start up again. I have a pile of projects in my closet and I think I am ready to dig in. With all that's happened in our family I just didn't have the time, energy or even want. Something like that takes all out of you. I never could relate to some feelings other women have had after a miscarriage like ours. But now the Lord has really opened my eyes to that feeling. The worst is feeling like you had a baby and nothing. You can get through the pain physically but the emptiness is excruciating. Yuck is the best way to describe it without crying. Thank Goodness I have the girls or I would literally go nuts, and who needs me nuts right?! My poor husband who doesn't get enough credit I'm sure of it, has stored a bunch of treasure up this past week up above with the MAN. Besides being primary caregiver, he has to deal with me (mood swings and all) and people lets be honest, I can be a pistol. :) But it's strange how thankful you become out of this too. Thankful for the loyalty I have received and learned from the Phillips family, thankful for our friends who pulled together to make sure the girls and our family were fed and loved, thankful for each other as a family and thankful because it could have been a whole lot worse. Things get better everyday and we continue to heal and understand that the God I serve and our family serves is faithful and loving and carry's us when we are completely done. Because I may feel done but He is not done with me, I'm sure of it!