Whiplash

So I haven't blogged in a week, and I just wanted to let you all know that I'm not dead or anything. It has just literally been insane around here the past two weeks- getting up at 6, going to bed past midnight. So, if you've been mauled in the face ( or accidentally ignored you while walking in the lunch room...sorry Aj and Jay) by a flash of read hair, please excuse me. Let me catch you up to speed on how life is going. In the past two weeks I have: had a test in every one of my classes, had to go into school an hour early 7 of the past 10 school days for various reasons, our family had a funeral all day Saturday ( and that was such a testament to a woman of faith. I was so blessed by it. If only I had time to blog about it...), I have been involved in play practices that literally drain me of all my youth- I'm supposed to be a well lived mother of four, after all.- had several church obligations, had to prep for singing at an open house this week, and try and fit in New Thru 30, all at the same time. Why do I tell you all this? Not so you can feel sorry for me, but to let you in on the little pearl of wisdom my mother shared with me last night. I was feeling super overwhelmed, and not at all like my usually optimistic self, and my mom just looked at me and said "Claire, the JOY of the Lord is your strength. So don't forget it, ok?" Talk about a good dose of perspective. Cuz, if God is for me, who can be against me, right? Anyway, I really don't even have time to be typing this right now.... government notes are calling my name.