Sometimes when I don’t feel well, I find myself fading away. Of course after spending a half an hour trying to update this blog I might be well over it.🤣. We all hate being sick, but I am genially hesitant to complain about it because I know so many people who suffer from chronic illness. They wake up every day still in pain or still uncertain of their surroundings. But I am learning that I don’t have to stop taking care of myself to care for others. That only gets me unhealthy too. So while I am not going to keep feeling sorry for myself that I have to be a lump for a week, I am not going to stop taking care of myself. Part of that is being able to talk about it. I am an extremely verbal person. So if I don’t get it out it festers into a mess of yucky thoughts. My verse today was I Peter 5:10. I will let those of you who follow look it up yourself as I still can’t figure out how to insert images.
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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