For a while now, I've been enamored with the music of Eric Hutchinson (admittedly, this is mainly because one of his songs was featured in the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants movie, which I was equally as enamored with despite being a thirty year-old woman).
Recently I pulled out my Eric Hutchinson CD, hoping the nostalgia would help calm my frayed nerves. One of the lyrics to his catchy tunes got stuck in my head:
That kind of sums up the way I feel these days. Some of the time, I kind of feel like laying down on the floor while everyone just kind of walks over The-Lump-who-used-to-be-Anne.It's tough. Missing Rip is tough, not knowing what's coming next is tough...some days you just can't catch a break.But I really do refuse to believe it was all just a waste. Despite not knowing what comes next, I know there are some really good people out there with some really good connections to the Man Upstairs who say prayers for us every day, and that gives me more hope than they will ever know.And even though today I may feel like an Anne-lump, I am thankful to have people in my life who remind me that this is only temporary...this is my time at the bottom, and there's nowhere to go but up.So we start over again, and no matter what we don't ever stop.