My DH took the children to the dollar store today (my almost 6-yr old has birthday $ burning a hole in his pocket) and S came home with a blue pom pom! That cheered me up. She wants to cheer with me. I guess the ebb and flow of life applies to cheerleaders, too. Sometimes we cheer, sometimes we are cheered.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Sometimes we are cheered
It's hard to cheer when you don't feel cheerful. I've been obsessed with reading about this horrifying story about the Fritzl family in Austria. If you haven't heard, GOOD, because it's one of those stories that sticks in your mind - I was at a matinée for the symphony today, and that's what I was thinking about. I need to focus on hope; hope that God will make it all right in the end.