Hurts of the Heart

Fall break happened this past weekend. I wish it were longer.

I have learned how to live life without access to email or bloggyland. I'm glad there was something to take up the time or I don't know that I could have made the break.

I have learned that I believe the lie that there aren't enough hours in the day to do everything. It's gotta be a lie. It just has to be.....

I have learned that there are some people that you just can't trust no matter how much you want to. So, I gave them chocolate. After a day of avoiding me, they are slowly beginning to talk to me again. And-I'm sure-about me.

I have learned that I don't have thick skin. Nor do I really want it.

I have learned that it hurts to love without knowing why you love in the first place.

Honestly, I'd love to give it all up and return to the house. My new-to-me house that still has boxes everywhere and where my under*wear is strewn all over my room because I don't have a drawer to put it in. I'd love to not care so much. I'd love to give up. Throw up the white flag and say "I'm not doing this anymore. I quit."

But I can't.

So, tomorrow I'll go back to that battlefield, smile and joke with the kids, and try to live one moment at a time.

Did Jesus hurt like this?

Speaking of Jesus and hurt, I've been reading the book The Shack to my 11th grade Bible class. Have you read it? What do you think? And no, I haven't visited the website yet. I intend to do that in all my spare time. It's a deep book that has caused discussions that I'm glad got them to thinkin' about what they believe and why. I recommend it to you.