in my line of work there are not many days that are measurable. sure i make progress everyday...the dishes get done, the laundry is washed and folded. (if it gets put away that's a fantastic day!) but when i wake up the next day there are more dishes to be done and the laundry has multiplied once again. i've said it here before, life is routine and cyclical. when you're in the trenches, it's hard to see the progress that's being made.
but yesterday was a measurable day. and i know they are few and far between. so even though my back hurt, i was completely exhausted and it took an hour longer to put the kids to bed than normal, i was happy last night. not a jump up and down kind of happy, but a deep inner joy. a satisfaction and gratitude. gratitude for the measure, for the marker, given by God to help me remember. a boost to keep going.
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