Fun little words to toss around the tongue.
What about bathetic? Like pathetic...only not.
I think that's my favorite.
I'm feeling especially schmaltzy today.
I've been walking through the house in a weird stupor transferring my full-blown sobs to just sniffling snippets of tears. My pendulum swings from rage to confusion to despondency.
And I have no idea why.
There really isn't a reason for the schmaltzy today. It's just here.
School was a disaster that left me and the middlest in tears. I had to put myself in timeout for fear that someone would lose an eye. And it wasn't going to be me. Schmaltzy.
My mind is swirling with conversations that I've had that have left me confused and angry and unsure about what to do next. Unsure how to pray. Unsure how to react. Schmaltzy.
My heart is breaking for a family of a little girl that I don't even know. I've been on my knees begging my Jesus for a miracle for a precious angel baby named Faith. (My friend, Marla, tells about Faith's story here.) And though I'm praying for Faith, my prayers naturally shift to pleading with my Jesus to spare my own children from such torment. Schmaltzy.
The laundry isn't finished. And everytime I walk past the laundry room....schmaltzy.
The boys are having a hard time liking eachother today. And in all honesty, I don't like them very much today either. Schmaltzy.
I miss my mom and dad. I miss my sister and her family. I miss my Georgia Peach of a bestie. Schmaltzy.
I don't know why the schmaltzy days come out of nowhere. I went to bed last night giggly and lighthearted, and woke up today feeling crushed by an intangible weight.
I guess the schmaltzy days humble us.
And bring us to our knees.
And cause us to remember that we need Jesus.....on the most schmaltzy and un-schmaltzy of days. And all the days in between.