I’m feeling chaotic. My house is a mess and no one wants to help tidy things and after working all day and grocery shopping after work, having eaten very little and thus feeling a bit hypoglycemic, and dealing with an intense bout of PMS, the last thing I wanted to do when I finally got home was to pick up everyone’s messes. So I didn’t. I ate dinner and tried to ignore the mess that increases the chaos inside me and I was doing well until my ten year old started having screaming fits about homework. I didn’t handle things well, not at all. Tired and no longer able to overlook the chaos, I became angry and suicidal. No, I didn’t do anything. This isn’t the first time my knowledge of God’s love has saved me from myself. I will continue to have faith and I will fight to be positive, because I’ve so often witnessed firsthand His love, it’s time for me to stop taking it for granted.