Progress

Yesterday JB paid me a huge compliment. Or a huge encouragement. Or something like that. He came home for lunch. Like he usually does. And after lunch we put the boys down for naps. And after putting the boys down for naps JB pulled me aside and said, "You know, today, during lunch, you kinda seemed like yourself."

That might not seem like much of an encouragement to some people, but to me, someone who has been trying to dig out of a dark place, it was a huge bit of progress. My husband knows me better than anyone. And he was telling me that he could see glimpses of the "old Wendi" reemerging.

I see her too. I miss her. She's in there. Social events are getting easier. I am crying very little. I still have a great heaviness on my shoulders and a lot of anxiety, but things are not looking nearly as dark, and it's wonderful to see progress on this journey. (Oh, and it's raining! The first rain of the season! It's beautiful to see.)

"But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down but not destroyed." 2 Cor 4:7-9