thursdays bring fridays...

i'm watching that blinking cursor...
i thought of posting the funny pictures i found on my iphone, but i'm just not feeling funny picturish...
i thought of posting about how i miss my husband so much that it honestly hurts that spot on my stomach right below my rib cage... but those... are sort of wordless aches. 
i thought of posting my 'how we do it' post about babysitting... but i'm not feeling very know it all tonight.
i thought of posting about why i don't support the use of graphic images in prolife work - or about how i vote prolife - or about the new blog... or the vigil... But i've been posting a lot of that stuff HERE... & i find myself - as though in the midst of a marathon... tired. 
i thought of posing about my girl's secret handshake (it's seriously at least 85 seconds long) - but you really gotta see that kind of thing...
& i thought of posting about Ephraim, because every breath i take of him... is like a breath of summer.  But it's fall... and he's too busy to let me breath him in quite as often. 
And so i'll confess - that it's Thursday night that i'm writing this post... & what's on my mind most is that Thursdays bring Fridays...
15 on Friday has been changing me. 
A friend once told me a picture she had in her mind of what God was doing...
She said she could see an iron fence - and in order for it to open and close, it had to scrape the concrete underneath... Every day - it scraped and rubbed - it bit into that path underneath it and tore it away... until it had formed a deep groove. 
Had the groove not formed, the gate would be shut tight... but because of the painful process - the constant scraping as that gate opened and closed, a scar was formed from this dreary, laborious task... and the gate remained useful - and could accomplish what it was built to accomplish. 
i feel like that concrete...