"Are you a different person, Mommy?" This was the question posed to me by my seven-year old daughter at bedtime, as she stared at me somewhat quizzically. When I asked her what she meant, she just shrugged self-consciously as if she didn't quite know how to explain herself.
Unfortunately, I had a pretty good idea of exactly what she was saying. For the past several days (maybe weeks) my stress level has been awfully high. In fact, today I reached a breaking point when my mild headache turned into a full-blown migraine before lunchtime. I think I can honestly say I've never experienced something quite like that, and hope to never do so again! I felt like I was "under the influence" - barely coherent, barely stable. When my son pointed out that the two candies I gave him for using the potty weren't the kind Daddy had promised him, I promptly burst into tears! He somewhat nervously assured me, "I not bad, Mommy!" and I quickly tried to put his mind at ease by saying it wasn't him, it was Mommy ... as I stumbled into my dark bedroom and hid under the covers for awhile.
Three ibuprofen and some rest time later, I felt well enough to check out our credit card statement online. (Bad idea.) About that time my husband came home to find me weeping in front of the computer! A mistake I accidentally made had cost us a great deal of money that we didn't have to spare. While he contacted the credit card company via Skype, I tried in vain to rest for a few more minutes before I had to leave for a ladies' meeting 30 minutes away, where I was to be the guest speaker. Suffice it to say that I felt anything but prepared to stand in front of a group of ladies and share my testimony!
"When I am weak, then He is strong" ... should be my motto for this week. God was faithful and the ladies meeting was a blessing. I returned home refreshed and strengthened to be patient under less-than-ideal circumstances when therapy ran late and we sat down to a rushed dinner in a messy kitchen with tired, grumpy kids who needed to be in bed. I'm pretty sure it was that uncharacteristic (sorry to admit it!) patience that had Eva so confused at bedtime.
"Are you a different person, Mommy?" Tonight I was ... let's pray that I can be so tomorrow as well!
Unfortunately, I had a pretty good idea of exactly what she was saying. For the past several days (maybe weeks) my stress level has been awfully high. In fact, today I reached a breaking point when my mild headache turned into a full-blown migraine before lunchtime. I think I can honestly say I've never experienced something quite like that, and hope to never do so again! I felt like I was "under the influence" - barely coherent, barely stable. When my son pointed out that the two candies I gave him for using the potty weren't the kind Daddy had promised him, I promptly burst into tears! He somewhat nervously assured me, "I not bad, Mommy!" and I quickly tried to put his mind at ease by saying it wasn't him, it was Mommy ... as I stumbled into my dark bedroom and hid under the covers for awhile.
Three ibuprofen and some rest time later, I felt well enough to check out our credit card statement online. (Bad idea.) About that time my husband came home to find me weeping in front of the computer! A mistake I accidentally made had cost us a great deal of money that we didn't have to spare. While he contacted the credit card company via Skype, I tried in vain to rest for a few more minutes before I had to leave for a ladies' meeting 30 minutes away, where I was to be the guest speaker. Suffice it to say that I felt anything but prepared to stand in front of a group of ladies and share my testimony!
"When I am weak, then He is strong" ... should be my motto for this week. God was faithful and the ladies meeting was a blessing. I returned home refreshed and strengthened to be patient under less-than-ideal circumstances when therapy ran late and we sat down to a rushed dinner in a messy kitchen with tired, grumpy kids who needed to be in bed. I'm pretty sure it was that uncharacteristic (sorry to admit it!) patience that had Eva so confused at bedtime.
"Are you a different person, Mommy?" Tonight I was ... let's pray that I can be so tomorrow as well!
1 comment:
thank you for sharing your heart. i think we all have times like this and we can only pray that we will be different and much better people the next day . . . by the grace of God. . . regardless of our circumstances. thanks for being honest. i can relate!
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