Monday, December 21, 2009
Daddy was working until after na-night time, so to make the evening a bit more fun than the same-ol'-same-o, the boys and I had dinner down in the playroom. Aiden's funny face is not about the corn, but the fact that he didn't want to have a picture taken with his eyes open. Don't ask me, I cannot explain the eccentricities of an almost 3 year old.
Friday my great-grandma passed away. Not unexpected, but sad still.
Saturday Ashton was super fussy, unlike him. The teeth have almost broke through, but he's still cranky, wakes up 5-6 times a night, and is clingy which makes Christmas running-around near impossible.
Sunday Andy had to go into work and study. I gave the boys a bath and put them to bed. I pushed down on the tub lever to open the drain and pushed a bit too hard. I heard a "chink!" and the handle went limp. Yes, I broke the tub drain, with a tub full of water! Freaking out, especially since I had just found out the Broncos had lost and Andy was due home any moment, I began google-ing. To my dismay, I was finding results that told me to not attempt to drain it myself but rather call a professional. How are we suppose to take a shower?! Luckily, Andy thought it was hilarious and used his engineering "skillz" and dismantled the drain. It drains ... we just can't plug the tub. So it's showers for Aiden and baths in the kitchen sink for Ashton.
This morning I discovered I am short 12 Christmas cards. And I ran out of Christmas letterhead. Grrr.
Then my brother called me this evening to let me know my mom, who just picked up the sport of bicycle riding (today!) crashed and is in the hospital. Possible hip injuries. Oh my word! I am the strong one in the family. The one who takes charge when crisis arises. And I am thousands of miles away, texting being my only strength.
I feel a migraine coming on.
Andy massages my shoulders, I take a deep breath and am reminded of the Bible passage that I posted. Sigh. Boy do I need a reminder from the Lord that it is HE, not me, that is in control of all. Not just some, not just the big things, but ALL of my life. Lord, I lift up all my worries and frets to you. Take them away. You made time and placed me in it to do actions to glorify you. Thanks for things going poorly to remind me of You and Your greatness.
A Time for Everything
1 For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
2 A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
3 A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7 A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
8 A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
9 What do people really get for all their hard work?10 I have seen the burden God has placed on us all.11 Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God's work from beginning to end.12 So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can.13 And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labor, for these are gifts from God.
14 And I know that whatever God does is final. Nothing can be added to it or taken from it. God's purpose is that people should fear him.15 What is happening now has happened before, and what will happen in the future has happened before, because God makes the same things happen over and over again.