Last week, I kid you not… I was a slightly more than a little stressed.
I may or may not have vented to someone about how I couldn’t take on ONE MORE thing. It came in a conversation about how my old relic iphone 4s (for which I am grateful to own) couldn’t possibly hold any more apps. Regardless how helpful it might be… It just couldn’t hold anymore!
I digress… This is not a pathetic post about my crummy OLD iphone…
It’s about my inability to run my own ship as well I’d like. Last week, I was having one of those kinds of weeks.
Grandbaby number twenty was over due--
T.H. and my dad BOTH had cataract surgeries scheduled the same day, with follow-ups the next… I had an Art Test, that was proctored (I had to GO someplace and take it, couldn’t take it online). I was studying for a History Text and Math test (don’t get me started on the math… struggling) My daughter has been trading out school drop off and pick up days with me; and dealing with some serious morning sickness – Someone wanted my help selling on ebay, because they didn’t have the time to sit and wait for it to sell? (I’ll let you think about that one for a second.) Then out of the clear blue, a woman called to ask for some sewing to be done. I’d met her at the grocery store and we exchanged numbers about 6 months ago.
Overwhelmed. That’s pretty much all I could say about that week.
I was trying all week NOT to grumble and complain. But the more I tried, the harder it seemed to do! What is going on here? I might of had my priorities in the wrong order or my heart in the wrong place.
First I did the obvious. I used one little word. NO.
I told the ebay-er inquiry… in short, no.
I told the sewing opportunity for cash money… oh yes, it was a paid gig, no. No matter how helpful the cash would be! I didn’t want to…but I did.
The rest of it wasn’t so easy. I needed to let go and trust God. After the Cataract surgeries were behind me… I still had all of school and the wait for the baby.
Raedyn Jo and ‘Dada’
She came Thursday! I was at the hospital for her birth—only by 30 minutes. Spent about 1 hr there, went down the street to test for the ART Test…then took The Honey home. Returned for class that night… and another peak at my grand daughter. …and after all that I felt so much better!
I worried all week about little things. Not that any of them were really big or catastrophic events…but all the little things stacked just so in my life seemed HUGE! I felt so weak and like my back was to a wall. I’m reminded, I’m never really in control—God is. How I manage in life’s little storms depends on whether or not I admit that I don’t have the power… but the Captain of my Salvation does!
‘Til next time, be blessed
“ My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weakness, so that Christ’s power may rest on me.” ~2 Corinthians 12:9