We spent the weekend with The Husband's family.  We saw a few dear friends while we were in town.   We were also able to attend our old church on Sunday.  It was a good, fast, crazy (the children) weekend, and we're glad we made the trip. Also, The Husband learned to use a selfie stick. So there's that.  And, now we're home, unpacked. The kids are bathed and almost in bed. I'm looking forward to a quiet night curled up on the couch with my husband and a bowl of ice cream that I hope he goes out and buys me ;)

I'm tired.  My spirit is worn out.  I've cried more today than I have in a long time.  I'm not going to go into the details, but I will say my faith (which was already on rocky ground) has been shaken. And, I'm angry and disappointed and sad. The emotions have grabbed hold of me, and I'm tired of fighting them off. I won't ask you to pray for me; though I know some of you will because it's in your nature to do so.  ************************* This afternoon we set off on a short trip that had been planned for a while. Nothing big. Just spending time with family and seeing a friend or two while we're in town. No big adventures. No trips to the zoo (I do so hope we make it to the zoo one day with the kids. It's one of my favorite places to go, and it bums me out that we don't have one anywhere around us.).  This is our first "trip" with both kids. We left at nap time with the intention that they'd sleep most of the way.  Then traffic ca...