Must make it...
We are as sick as dogs. My darling Becca left and the next day we could barely crawl out of bed. Or, I could barely crawl out of bed. Trouble is, all these kids! And my Superstar Husband returns tomorrow.
I didn't want to call anyone, for fear of contaminating them. I prayed, instead. When my friend from Germany showed up in my hallway, (just to check on us) I burst into tears. "What can I do?" she asked. And proceeded to wash dishes and prepare dinner, read to cranky sick kids and sweep.
Today I am feeling... well, like a dishrag if a dishrag had sensitive skin, a bad cough, and a sore throat. But Friend from Germany came over again, and did more reading, more washing dishes, and she chopped vegetables, although I was able to pull myself together enough to make soup.
I am very proud. I like to have everything together. I don't like to have people come over and find everything a mess and me out of it and everyone whiny and cranky. Which is why I think I find myself in situations all the time where I have to ask for help. It's more of God whittling away at my character. What will I be when He is done?
I didn't want to call anyone, for fear of contaminating them. I prayed, instead. When my friend from Germany showed up in my hallway, (just to check on us) I burst into tears. "What can I do?" she asked. And proceeded to wash dishes and prepare dinner, read to cranky sick kids and sweep.
Today I am feeling... well, like a dishrag if a dishrag had sensitive skin, a bad cough, and a sore throat. But Friend from Germany came over again, and did more reading, more washing dishes, and she chopped vegetables, although I was able to pull myself together enough to make soup.
I am very proud. I like to have everything together. I don't like to have people come over and find everything a mess and me out of it and everyone whiny and cranky. Which is why I think I find myself in situations all the time where I have to ask for help. It's more of God whittling away at my character. What will I be when He is done?