The last few days have felt like piles and piles of rocks. Things felt heavy and my physical body responded in kind. Achy and weighted with physical and emotional struggles it hasn’t been super fun. I felt so disconnected from everyone it’s hard to explain. I think it was my valley after a mountain top. I don’t handle the swing down too gracefully. A lot of people hurting right now and I am definitely helpless to do anything. But the family thing always gets me. We lift out. Anyway, I did my devotions in effect to leave the rabbit hole. “I know whom, I have believed, and He is able to keep that which I,ve committed unto Him against that day.” From an old hymn. Probably Scripture in there somewhere(:.(II Timothy1.) Sometimes I just feel bad. That’s part of life. Tomorrow might be better. We don’t have to be happy all the time.
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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