foul

I am pretty much in the foulest mood ever. On the surface I am gleefully happy. Last night was crazy fun, I got to spend time with wonderful people. But I am frustrated. It seems I am always frustrated at myself. I woke up from a terribly wonderful dream. I woke up and realized that it wasn't real, that it wouldn't happen in real life, and that is terribly depressing. And it was so wonderful, I can't seem to shake it. Then I thought running a mile might help direct my mind elsewhere, but it was storming pretty hard so we didn't run.

So I am frustrated. And I am finding that frustrated is one of my least favorite ways to feel.

The (in)courage post today offers me this hope: "But forget all that- it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland." (Isaiah 43:18,19)

{por favor, papa}