Wednesday was one of those days that ran the gamut of emotions.

I woke up melancholy.

I started working and got frustrated, because sometimes working on start-ups (like | these) is like beating one’s head against a brick wall.

I was sad about a little child lost, so I was also weepy.

And then the more I thought about all of it, I just got mad…. like, we should quit this stuff and go back to having ‘real jobs’ kinda mad.

Throughout the day, I got talked down by  friends. I came home from working and took the girls outside. This was not the magic cure-all the pictures depict, even though what the pictures don’t depict is our visit from sweet friends we hadn’t seen in awhile. But I was annoyingly distracted. During play time, I got a press release about something that made me ever more cranky.

Then we chucked it and went to, Miranda’s choice, Crackerbarrel. Nothin’ but good times.

9pm marked our first official summit of the ‘Branson GMC Prayer Circle.’ Rod and I got the kids to bed in the nick of time. Even as we headed to that, I was cranky…confrontational…pissed off.

Turns out the healing balm I needed did not lie in encouraging words from people I love, cuddles and smiles from my children, or fried okra. It was a time dedicated to talking with my Father, which I just don’t do as often as I need or want. By the time prayer was over, my perspective was honestly and truly changed. I was not devoid of the sadness or frustration I’d experienced, but for the most part, saw the truths in it that I could not see earlier that day.

And it turned my day around.

So at 9:30, I finished the tax stuff Rod needed, and it turned into good news. I baked bread for my Gramma, with whom we had a great visit the next day. I made some promises to myself about how I would proceed professionally and personally.

I went to bed at peace.

And the next day I had these captured moments to enjoy:

Rod picks up the winter-dog-poop. I consider it my early anniversary gift, I guess.

Sammie the Dog, meanwhile, contemplates making more…

Kaity chews on something that’s been outside since September…

…happily. (There was never a pair of footwear more suited to her…)

Miranda gives someone ‘tude, perhaps to the birds.

…and contemplates the sunset.

~Our first day of the year in the backyard…the glory of rainboots, the lightness of spring jackets, the promise of renewal…