I am having one of my diverticulitis spells which means I am in pain and need to wait it out. I used to go to church anyway and would end up on the floor in the nursery. Did that quite a few times. I was expected to be there. My issues were considered imaginary. At least that’s how it felt if I ever tried to get some support. FYI your not supposed to talk about problems with your gut. Anyway, I realize that people wonder and we don’t tell them much because…already said. I am thankful it’s not that bad. I don’t have anything serious. I am thankful that my dietary restrictions have cut way down on these episodes. Yes, God is in control. Yes, I still thank Him. I so often wonder why? I get the chronic little irritants, but nothing serious. I face a little difficulty all the time, while others face Giant diseases and traumas. I guess God knows I need the little pokes more often rather than a big shove. He knows I had enough shove in my life and gives me so much tenderness. Which must mean He knows what everyone else needs too. “My God shall supply all your need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus.” Philippians 4:19. Praying for my sick friends. Oh and you never have to pretend around me. Just be honest. Let’s bare each other’s burdens as God intended.
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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