Monday was miserable. Some sort of hormonal hurricane struck me violently first thing that morning and I was too zapped of energy to get us out the door to go anywhere. And so we all stayed in the house and bickered; I was impossible to please, a real ... let's just say "bear" and I knew it. I tried my best to keep my mouth shut, and the kids from noticing the tears of regret and frustration falling steadily that whole afternoon. Last night, I watched the four of them sleeping and begged God to let me see another sunrise - for a new beginning. He obliged me and I was grateful, so grateful, in fact, that today we went to the park and the library. Thank goodness for all the untarnished potential in each tomorrow.
24th anniversary
3 weeks ago
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When this kind of day happens to me, I find it really difficult to see what's going on and to have real perspective until the day after. Do you know what I mean? I guess that's part of the affliction - you think that it's some kind of reality, that life will henceforth be just like this every day, and it's unbearable. But really it's just a bad day that comes and goes. You explained it really well. I'm SO thankful for our Heavenly King, Comforter, and Spirit of Truth!
I know exactly what you mean, Selena. In fact, I really struggled with that for the first few years of motherhood: never knowing if my frustration on any particular day would become a permanent state of discontent. Since Mary's birth, almost three years ago, I've been better at riding out the hard days, understanding, finally, that tomorrow is usually better - that a good night's sleep or a weekend can change everything. I am also increasingly thankful for our Heavenly King, Comforter, and Spirit of Truth.
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