Anyone who knows me well, and let’s be honest that’s a very small group of people, knows I like attention. I mean it just goes along with that youngest child classification. I think age and experience have made me weary. I was sick this week. I had a severe asthma attack and it has taken four days to feel like I can walk without loosing my breath. I didn’t want to tell anyone. I realized with all the CoVid fear(I don’t have CoVid), that I just wasn’t worth the explanation. You can’t be just sick. I didn’t want my friends to declare me instantly well when it was clear my body needed the rest. I didn’t want speculation over what or who caused this. It was a cold and it’s going around. Now I have that ear pressure problem that makes it hard to stay upright, but hopefully that will pass quicker than the other did. I just excepted the stillness. Maybe that’s not always bad even if we don’t understand it. “Psalm 56:4 In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust, I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.” David wrote this when he was running for his life from King Saul. He came to live with enemies of Israel for a time. He acted crazy to escape punishment and earn their trust and stayed in Gath for sometime. It doesn’t end so well being that God’s enemies will eventually want to attack David’s people. In it all, good and bad, David trusts God. It’s easy to see he makes a lot of mistakes. It’s his constant faith that brings him so much mercy from God. He has that same mercy for me; Every single day.
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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