winter doldrums.

that stretch of time between christmas and spring ... it's endless. it feels endless. there are no vacations to look forward to, the kids struggle, i struggle. looking for pockets of rainbows or pearls and nuggets of good things to latch onto to keep me going when the work is endless. and believe me, it certainly feels endless. it's awful to feel so hopeless and gray.

Lord, help me to find some happy places. i mean, i can only go to the yarn store so many times.