"Turn to me and be gracious to me, for I am lonely and afflicted.
The troubles of my heart are enlarged; bring me out of my distresses."
- Psalm 25:16-17
Hey y'all.
Yesterday was hard.
Very, very hard.
To keep it short and sweet (lol):
I went to bed in a foul mood, and thus did not sleep, and thus woke much the same. (Poor, Jacob.)
Because Husband was off from work, our regular routine was thrown off kilter. I don't do well with having 0 control.
A long sob-story short: we need a family vehicle asap (38 weeks of pregnancy, people) and we thought we at last found the answer after searching out wisdom and waiting on the Lord; but we were frustrated in our attempts.
So there was mood-tipper #204 of my morning.
Consequently, we drove to the location of another lead on a minivan (kind of out of the way); but it was nowhere to be seen and the shop was closed.
Whatever.
So we decided to keep trucking on into town for lunch at one of my husband's favorite burger joints
where Katie proceeded to give us an introductory course on why you don't skip morning nap and then bring your toddler out in public.
In a word: what a nightmare.
The food finally arrived and, in an attempt to get her to stop. complaining. I immediately spooned some of my mashed potatoes into her mouth.
I'm pretty sure our kid is never going to be able to taste any food ever again and it's all my fault.
Not even water could calm her down; so I rushed her out the door and eventually across the street to an antiques mall while Jacob (I thought) was finishing his meal.
We came back shortly only to leave again as Katie was turning into quite the basket case about wanting to eat while she was eating. Kid logic, anybody?
I thrust her into the car and we drove down the road a bit while Jacob packed up the mostly uneaten food and paid the check.
She was asleep within seconds.
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| I'm not sure why, but this Chinese fan is her favorite toy on the porch at her grandmother's house. |
Lesson #25 of the day: Don't skip morning nap.
The rest of the day proceeded to go about as well as the morning, and by the end of it we were all starting to fall apart.
(The evening proceeded with one false alarm of the smoke detector, one phone call from work, and much restlessness from my parents' dog -- we're house sitting for them again this weekend.)
Needless to say, none of the pictures are from yesterday; and I certainly did not feel like getting up and communing with the Lord this morning when I finally decided I wasn't going to get anymore sleep.
I mean, I lost my temper sooooooo many times yesterday, I was sulky and hardly spoke a word that wasn't harsh all day, I burned the mess out of my kid's esophagus, I wasted soooo much gas driving around trying to come up with some form of sanity, and I constantly was looking for someone else to blame for my ill-temper (pregnancy takes too long).
But I did. I got up and made tea and had pumpkin bread and opened my Bible to my daily Psalm, which was Psalm 25 and possibly my new favorite.
It spoke to every part of me, everything that was all wrong.
Can one psalm do that?
In this one psalm, there are words about waiting on the Lord for wisdom and direction, words expressing how alone and "worried about many things" I feel, words reminding me the Lord is gracious and compassionate and merciful, as well as words to help me talk about my sin with God.
I would have so many quotes in this blog post from this one psalm; so you really just need to read it for yourself.
"To You, O Lord, I lift up my soul." (v1)
My weary, troubled, lonely, discouraged, sorry, imperfect soul -- I lift it up to You, God.
Because I don't know where else to find rest.
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