all is semi-well --back to the daily routine. ben works until 6 in fremont and then goes to the farm. he has beans to load that must be hauled by the end of the month. i am reminded often of the value of my words. i can rip people down or build them up in seconds. recently, the kids and ben have been on the end of some pretty unkind remarks of mine. why do i resort to such horrible behavior only to have to go crawling on my knees back to my 2 year old and say sorry for losing my patience. very humbling. ben usually doesn't say much when i shred him usually his actions show that i have hurt him. if my words don't destroy this
marriage i don't know what will. i daily lay my mouth at the feet of Jesus (what words come out and what food goes in--problems #1 and 2). ironic how many of my most challenging battles on this
planet come from such a small portion of my body. anyway, can anyone relate?
i guess all could be worse--bens photos from lousiana are very telling of the trauma the people of the area have faced. check the mold and the water line on the walls.