I don’t know about you, but I had this false impression that I some how needed to buck up and power through the small stuff on my own. Cause If you’re not supposed to bother the people around you with the little whoas, then why on earth would I think it would be OK to tell God. I realize that my faith only extended to the big things. I didn’t bother to tell him if I had a cold or a headache or if I can find some thing I was looking for. No, those issues weren’t important enough. But here’s the thing if God loves us so much and cares about every part of our lives then it should be OK to come to him with anything. I realized that once again I let the people around me affect my view of God. So here’s the thing my day like some days was full of a bunch of little irritants. And while I’m not wallowing in a pool of discontent, I was feeling bad. And knowing that God cares about my little irritants helps a whole lot. I know that tomorrow will be better. I know that some things will heal in time. And I know that my God of all comfort will give me all the peace and strength that I need. There’s some sadness that will linger into tomorrow and maybe the days after, but I will be okay.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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