happy bowl

my happy bowl has been running on empty lately,

literally and figuratively.

i filled it up today with some of my favorite dark chocolate.
i love what i read the other day...dark chocolate is not dessert, it's health food.
so i bought it all!
and something has me thinking that i need a trip to santa fe,
for a second happy bowl.
you can never have too many.

i also found a new pair of shorts, 

bought some cute sunglasses because those dogs destroyed my other ones, 

and treated myself to coffee, and chips and salsa. 

i have been in a mood the last few days,

blame it on 40 year old hormones, 

tired parents and a not tired 6 year old, 

being annoyed at something more than i had the right,

and other little things that really don't matter.
because we all know, most of the things are little, and they don't matter.
sometimes i wish that my life looked different than it does,
but i realize that we have it pretty good,
and i am ashamed of those thoughts.

i don't like any of the above,

but the truth is, it happens.

i'm not sure how kevin puts up with me at times,

but i'm glad that he does.

i knew today that i needed to have an attitude adjustment, and so i gave myself one.

i heard this song on the way home, better than a hallelujah, and even though it might be a sad song, 

it lifted me up. i needed to hear it.

i have church in my car a lot, and i think jesus is ok with that.

God loves a lullaby
In a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes

God loves the drunkard's cry
The soldier's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

The woman holding on for life
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes

The tears of shame for what's been done
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah

{amy grant}

{listen, here}.

i can identify...beautiful, the mess we are.

jesus loves our mess.

thank you jesus.

love,

nicolle