Can I be real for a bit? In the midst of a great start to Lent and a fair amount of time praying, reading, and writing about my journey so far, I’ve spent the last two days feeling sad. Today, I read the scripture readings and I was so dry. Nothing. I couldn’t hear a word.
This sadness made me tired, but unable to sleep. I’ve struggled to get things done. All I wanted to do was sit around. Missing my boys, thinking about my oldest girl graduating, watching each of the kids hit new phases in their lives that are taking them away as they grow up- all of this just started hitting me. And I gave into sadness. I’ve felt off, had headaches, no energy. Just all around yuck!
But, this evening, I was reminded that it’s all about perspective. A sweet friend stopped by this evening with her two precious kiddos. They were out for a walk and came by to give some hugs. She had no idea, but literally 30 minutes before she came to the door, I was thinking that I really needed some hugs.
And a good cry. Maybe if I cried, I’d get it all out and feel better. Did I mention that she blogs too? Yep, all about her journey dealing with a cancer diagnosis. I had just finished reading her blog post today (and CRYING my way through it) when I saw her walking up my sidewalk.
She didn’t know it, but she was Jesus for me today. In the midst of her struggles, which far out weigh my own (like, by a million times!), she ministered to me and to my whole family.
One of my kids has been dealing with a cold/cough thing for 15 days (and yes, we’ve been to the doctor) and she was blown away by the sweet and genuine concern that our friend had for her. Again, it’s a cold, not cancer. Another Grace filled moment where perspective is everything. Wow!
I mean, really? I know so many others dealing with much bigger problems. I started thinking of the posts I’ve seen just today. Women with bravery and faith, dealing with the loss of children, chronic health issues, family members with addictions, and the list goes on.
My issues don’t even come close. What is my problem? Self pity!
So, no more whining along with the track in my head. If I can watch courageous women carry crosses that are truly bigger than mine, with a Grace that shows strength and dignity, then I’m going to shut up, get up, and be grateful!
Okay, I’m done now. Thanks for listening.
XOXO,
Barb
Reflections of a Cute Lil Mom 