I forget about May. May is hard. It doesn’t seem like it should be, but it is. The kids are prickly. Lea’s called on to be a superhero twice as often as normal. There are multiple concerts and football games (really).
Some days this month I’ve felt up on plane. Other days I’ve felt like I wiped out immediately but forgot to let go of the rope, and nobody in the boat is looking at me.
And people. Sigh. People are disappointing me. Now there aren’t very many folks who wake up considering my ongoing assessment of their choices as a significant factor in how they might make future ones, and I get that. I also get that there’s a pretty well-known verse about a mote and a plank.
And then I wonder: how much of it is my own filter I’m looking through? Am I disappointing people? Which ones?
“Can I explain this to Jesus in 30 seconds?”
Still not a bad way to live.
And beat it, May.