I feel pretty. I just had a nice long bubble bath with no interruptions. I found a nice flowy dress to wear that’s comfortable and makes my hips look great (hides the belly a bit, too). I feel clean, refreshed, . . . hmmm . . I’m guessing the kids aren’t going to appreciate this – at least not as much as Dan would have. =)
I’m not much for keeping up with fashion, or spending hours on how I look, but I’ve always felt that it was important to look nice or at least neat (both of which have had to be flexible with multiple children). When Dan died I felt like I lost a lot of my motivation. I’ve been making sure that I’m dressed appropriately and nicely, but like so many other things I felt like my enthusiasm was swallowed up in the pool of confusion that is only now starting to settle down.
I’ve been noticing a change in that lately. I’m not like a teenager out to catch a guy or anything (that’s something of a joke with 7 kids), but there seems to be a new pleasure, a certain thrill in knowing that I look good.
I think I can see the light at the end of the tunnel! My pessimism says “I’ll be looking the other way tomorrow and won’t be able to see the light”, or “the light sure doesn’t seem very bright”, but my hope in the Lord says the light will shine through, and it will be BRIGHT!!! I will have a happy day without storm clouds darkening the skies. If nothing else there is always Heaven where I will be Truly Beautiful.
The Lord is MY LIGHT and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?