This has been some kind of week…
Major health issues have invaded our family and, well, disrupted everything I had planned and hoped would happen over the next six months.
Turns out…I will not be able to be a stay-at-home mom. I am tempted to say the expected Christian thing…you know…It just wasn’t the right time, but I’m trusting God, etc. But, let’s be real…I’m not certain God even remembers who I am at this point.
Also…I will not be leading the Bible study next week that I so boldly signed up for…Angry, bitter woman does not a good Bible study leader make.
Oh…and I poured orange juice in my cheerios this morning. Yay me.
Lest you think I’ve lost all perspective…I realize there are people who have struggles a lot worse. However, it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to, cry if I want to, cry if I want to…
I feel like Jacob. You know poor Jacob. He falls in love with Rachel…beautiful, sweet Rachel. He agrees to work for seven years just so that he can marry her. Oh, the dreams he must have been dreaming…the plans he must have made. The excitement he must have felt when the seven years were up and he was able to finally be with Rachel. And, oh my, the disappointment he must have felt when he woke up next to Leah. Oh, Laban, you have done me wrong.
That’s me. I have dreamed. I have planned. I have been deceived.
Don’t worry. I’m certain, in time, I will be blogging about all the wonderful things God has done during this time. Okay, I’m not certain…but, I’m hoping. For now, however, this is what you get.