Which is my start at making a lace overlay for a bag idea I have in my head. Right now, they just look like doilies, because there are so many pieces yet to make and I am slower at this then I imagined. But I got emotional and kept thinking about the grandma that I don't even remember. I was using her needle, and the girls and I stopped and talked about it. Banana even went in the other room and grabbed the doily I have that grandma made...that's been in my room since I was a teen...and moved all over Missouri with me over the years. And I just got sad. That I can't remember her at all outside of a few pictures. That I never got to sit down with her and craft and listen to stories about my mom growing up. That there are no three generation pictures and my girls never got to meet her.
It was pretty emotional. Which is actually becoming pretty normal around here...seems that crying is yet another of the aftershocks I have with this concussion. I've cried more (and sometimes over absolutely nothing, not just little things, but nothing) in the last three weeks with this concussion then I can remember doing in my life (unless I was in the middle of grieving a loss). It's been just one more thing we are trying to get used to around here.
The hardest part tho, is how much I still have to rest, and how much I feel like I am missing of my girls' lives as life keeps moving at a much faster rate than my injured brain can keep up with. And I'm trying so hard not to get discouraged, or to be a burden to my friends...but still so limited. Trying to trust that God is doing His thing, even when I cannot see or fathom what is going on. And there is just a phrase of a chorus of a song that plays often on Klove..."there is power in the name of Jesus...break every chain" that I am clinging to, and seems to be playing on repeat in my head.
