So often I feel a sense of relief when Jesus goes off on a trip. Then I feel guilty about my feeling of relief, and then I feel anxious about my feeling of guilt, and soon my feelings pile up and I regret feeling anything at all. But if I didn’t feel anything at all, that nothing feeling would be worse than anything. At least I still care deeply about him, whatever the actual feelings are.
At least he didn’t exorcise me again today. I’m just a bit under the weather. If only he knew how it feels when your husband keeps telling you you’re full of demons. Oh, here I go again about feelings. Time to give Mary a hand and get the place tidy, now that lot have gone. I’m looking forward to a nice restful Sabbath.