Sometimes I feel like I spend my entire day cleaning up other people's messes.

And my kids', too.

However, as my stomach will currently attest to, eating an extra Timbit that someone brought by in appreciation of you cleaning up their mess does not actually make you feel any better.

Too much sugar does an upset tummy make. And with my standard amount of sugar intake, "too much" is not that much at all, these days.

Remember at the beginning of October, when I didn't blog for 8 days, and posted stuff that barely passed as writing for a few days after that? That's 'cause I got hit with a n.a.s.t.y. stomach flu.

The last thing I consumed before my body ejected everything it possibly could, and a few things it shouldn't have, for the next eight hours?

A Tim Horton's Iced Cappuccino.

In some ways, one might argue that that was the best thing that could have happened to me. Because I haven't been able to stomach the thought of one since.

As I was typing this post, the random play on my music player came up with the song "Cry In My Heart" by Starfield, and the lyrics are so where I am right now, I just want to post them here:

Cry In My Heart

There's a cry in my heart
For Your glory to fall
For Your presence to fill up my senses
There's a yearning again
A thirst for discipline
A hunger for things that are deeper

Could You take me beyond?
Could You carry me through?
If I open my heart?
Could I go there with You?
(For I've been here before
But I know there's still more
Oh, Lord, I need to know You)

For what do I have
If I don't have You, Jesus?
What in this life
Could mean any more?
You are my rock
You are my glory
You are the lifter of my head
Lifter of this head

P.S. In case you haven't been over to my brother's blog recently, check out this post for a friggin' hilarious account of his adventures in France. Did I mention that my brother is a genius writer?