This first weekend has come with a quiet nagging.
A slow and subtle voice whispering demands of "Better get all your cleaning done this weekend", "Quick, go call up someone for a playdate" & "Don't do stupid stuff with your precious time."
If any of you mommas out there know how to shut this off...please do tell.
After I handed over my keys to the Youth Center, I was exhausted. I wanted to leave with a bang and threw a carnival in the gym. It was complete with eight game stations, tickets for prizes, popcorn and even a bouncy house.
As we loaded the rest of the stuff from my office, Matt took me aside and said...
I am so proud of you honey. You finished strong and didn't run away from those mountains you once faced. You stayed there for those kids for over four years and gave them a very special day.
I wasn't sure if it was the pure feelings of being drained, but all I felt was numb and indifferent. I was saying goodbye to a chapter in my life, but at the same time, not leaving the book. This is still my place of worship for our family and moving on to another church would require a significant move.
Brace with me as I sift through these feelings that will fall in my thoughts.
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