Venting

I”m going to vent,  maybe even whine a little, so for those who are annoyed by either of these, I understand if you want to stop reading here.

You know how you can trick yourself for awhile, absolutely deny in your mind that something is happening, deciding at the last minute to be a disciple of the mind over matter movement?  But eventually you have to look your sad, sad self in the mirror and admit it.

I’m sick.  Again!  Now for most people this is no big deal, you rest, you give it a few days, you drink hot chocolate with marshmellows in it and catch up on the latest Lifetime movies.  But for me, it’s so much more than that for so many reasons.  It’s not like I’m deathly sick or anything, it’s most likely what’s making it’s way through Evergreen, a bad head cold turning into a chest cold.  But I have two very active babies.  I have a husband who has endured more of his wife being ill than truly should be allowed, I have friends who have too many times had to come and take care of me/the kids/the laundry etc. and I’m so tired of it all!  Even for a bad cold, it feels like the last straw!  Why, oh why do I have to have an immune system of a 70 year old?

Through this God keeps poking into my thoughts with his comforting words.  He knew this day would come, He ordained this day, and this day and the next few miserable ones will work together for my good, to make me more Christlike, which obviously I need since Christ I’m certain never vented or whined.

So for tonight, I sit here with my mountain of tissues that end up all in the bed, much to the quiet frustration of my lovely husband, I have romance novels to read sitting next to my Bonhoeffer biography I’m in the middle of ( I know, I”m a strange girl, we’re well past that).  but I do ask, please, for prayers.  And I know I have it easy, I do, I know there are people suffering beyond what my mind can imagine.  I’d be foolish to forget that, but still, pray for this sad looking, red-nosed, eye-watering, throat hurting little whiner, if you can.