LIFE goes on.

I'm having a rough week, but I know it will get better. I refuse to let that which has gone wrong to cloud what is wonderful.
The 'wrong' started with me getting somewhat emotional about a controversial subject on facebook. (Imagine that- emotional while pregnant?) I honestly had questions and thought I could trust the 'friend' to answer them. He misunderstood  everything I said, every intention that I had, took my bluntness as hostility and the next thing I knew, he was admonishing me, instructing me to see a psychotherapist, and telling me that I am never to contact him again without my husband's involvement. I was very hurt, I cried it out rather loudly, but I am now moving on. I have learned from this, and I honestly think I am a better person from it.

Then we took the car to the shop. It's home now, but the ransom was over $1000. We plan to pay if off with prayer.
We don't have much else.

The peace is overwhelming, to the point that some might call me irresponsible. If this bill had come to us three months ago, I think I'd be curled up in the fetal position whimpering. If this had happened during another pregnancy, I'd be bawling. But as it is, I can't permit the fear or the anxiety to creep into my life.
There is a separate yet dependent LIFE inside me. LIFE goes on, regardless of the crap surrounding me.  It has taken me a seventh time to really 'get it.' Nothing else matters except that a new person has been created. I have been blessed beyond measure-- I have won a lottery!