I still remember reading the expression "Jonah day" in Anne of Green Gables. I guess there are bad days... and then there are truly Jonah days. Days where you take all the wrong turns, go all the wrong directions, wind up in big messes and feel awful about it all.
The past couple of days have been Jonah days around here. Last night, I chipped our new counter top, we broke several pieces of trim causing no end of frustration, (it's always the little things...) my son broke our dishwasher, (which may or may not be fixable) half the electrical circuits in our kitchen were fried by the granite cutting saw being used during installation and are not working so we are trying to get an electrician in here now, both kids had major meltdowns that left me breathless within a span of two days time, all while we were trying to prepare for JJ's Aspergers testing and psych evaluation, and hearing that my husband possibly has a few months to choose where he'd like to transfer within his company to. And those are just the highlights.
But we have our health. (Isn't that what the saying is? At least we have our health...)
And the truth is, while the past couple of days have been wildly crap-tastic for me, my heart has been burdened for those around me struggling with far more. I've got friends struggling with selling homes, moving across the country, on missions trips in dangerous places, dealing with hard decisions, and my dear blog friend Kearsie, has just been diagnosed with breast cancer. In fact, I've decided that the only way out of a Jonah day is to help someone else... so for the month of July, 30% of my Etsy profits will be deposited right into Kearsie's hands. (I'm restocking Etsy this week, FYI.)
I guess that's what you do on a Jonah day. Lift your head and look around you. My prayers are with so many of you who are struggling too....