This morning I got up and as usual the blood pressure dropped. I tripped over a laundry basket and found myself on the floor. I had the hardest time getting up with my blood pressure still so low. It’s a weird feeling like your head is falling and the rest of you wants to do the same. Yet I did get up and everything passed. Not sure if that’s a metaphor for how difficult it is to get up when we are down low or for the things in life that try to pull us down. It feels like you aren’t going to get through, but you do. It seems to difficult to get up, but you can. Psalm 139:8-10 was in my head this morning. Whether I am up high or down low, God is there.
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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