December 17, 2010

• Bad Days

  Yesterday was a bad day.  It was baaaaad.  So bad I'm shuddering at how bad it was. 

  I've had a sinus thing going on for several days.  Just so happens I'm extra busy.  Combine that with sickness slowing me down and that equals a big fat depressed. 

  The kids are good kids but still they are kids.  And how good can kids be, really? 

  I suppose if I could figure out a way for us to stop wearing clothes and eating I'd have much less work to do but I haven't figured that one out yet. 

  Late nights nearly every night this week.  Early mornings nearly every morning this week. 

  23,456 items left on my to do list. 

  People.  People who need.  People who think they need one thing but really need an entirely different thing and can't be persuaded.  People who need money, advice, attention, healing, love, Jesus... People who hurt.  People who hurt people. 

  The internet is a funny thing.  It offers us glimpses into lives.  Snapshots.  You only see what I want you to see.  What I allow you to see.  When I have bad days like yesterday, I think to myself, maybe I should be transparent and pour my heart out to you.  Maybe I should be honest and give you a glimpse of the messy reality.

  So then I start writing about my day.  And then, I remember.

  No matter how bad yesterday was, my life is blessed.  My body will heal, my energy will be restored.  The holidays will pass and things will greatly slow down.  The kids will have their momma back with patience restored.  I'll do the laundry, cook the meals, wash the dishes, and homeschool the kids.  I'll go to bed a little earlier or sleep a little later if need be.  My to do list will get done, eventually.  Jesus will move in the lives of people.  He will meet their needs. 

  And the snapshot of my bad day doesn't seem like an accurate glimpse of reality either.  

  • 4:50 pm
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