Friday, September 14, 2007
For those of you who have been scratching your heads and wondering where my "Woes Me" post went, I deleted it. My sister Chris mentioned a few weeks ago that my posts were all sounding a bit depressing lately and after an hour or so of thinking about it, I decided to delete my post. I'm not depressed. I'm actually better than I've ever been, not to be mistaken with thinner. I'm not thinner than I've ever been. But I'm happy. Really trully. But my life is hardly fun and exciting and fulfilling right now. Every day is just a struggle to stay afloat, to stay on top of things, to keep up with the kids and all the crazy things that they throw at us (or throw up on us for that matter.) And I guess when I blog about it all, I sound depressed. Plus, I don't want to be whiney all the time and I feel like that's all I do lately. So after I removed that post I made cookies with Caleb and Denver and did a lot of thinking and two things made me feel better. First of all, last night the boys and I read chapters 3-5 of Junie B. Jones and the Yucky Blucky Fruitcake, which were particularly hilarious. I'm not sure if listening to all three boys laugh hysterically or the fact that Junie and I have a lot of the same terrible luck but, something about that twenty minutes of reading and laughing with the boys made me feel better.
And then I thought about a conversation my sister and I had a little while back when I was struggling as usual and said something about God hating me. And surprisingly, instead of trying to convince me that God doesn't exsist she said, "No. . . life is just hard." And she has all sorts of reasons to think God hates her but she was right. God doesn't hate us. Life really is just hard. And then I thought, You know what? Maybe instead of feeling helpless and feeling like God is just picking on me, maybe I could try praying and asking that the kids don't all get sick while Mark is away. And maybe I could ask that the days go by fast and that the nights will be peaceful and that my burdens will be made light. And perhaps if I have enough faith, maybe. . . just maybe God will hear me. And somehow just that simple thought was enough to ease my burdens and give me the strength to face a week without my secret weapon. (Of course it helps that Mark read my post before I deleted it and came home with an extra pound of patience and understanding in his pocket but my faith in God helped too.)
So I'm sorry if I confused any of you by deleting a post but I guess this is more like the stuff I want for my kids to read than a daily play-by-play of all their puking and my boo-hooing.
posted by Shana # 11:25 AM
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