I have been struggling for a few weeks. Life is just difficult. Rejection is ripe. And failure is prominent and predominant.
Last night I walked into the kitchen at 5:45. It was a disaster. I had to clean it before I could even think about dinner. Forget multitasking.
By the time I cleaned the kitchen it was 6:40. Then I pulled out the plan for dinner.
Chicken. The frozen chicken I hadn’t pulled out or put on to cook. Excellent.
So I came up with plan B. Pizza.
By now it was 7 pm.
As I stood at the counter looking at the ingredients I’d already struggled to gather together..my hands shook.
My help came in my daughter. She helped me make the dough and put on the toppings.
Then I realized we had no cheese. Luckily Jason was out and brought us some after 8 when he got home. Dinner was at 8:45.
Jason may be unemployed in days or he may not be. Keilan is having a particularly rough go. And Kieran’s friend just died.
So, the REAL reason we are staying home this weekend….Kieran needs to be at the gathering for his friend and his funeral the following day. So Friday and Saturday are filled. Of course a couple weeks ago I didn’t know this. But God did.
I did get through the evening and even managed to squeeze in some substantial prayer time.
I know that everything is new each morning. And I know that I don’t have burdens to carry, because God wants to carry them for me.
So this weekend we are home. We have goodbyes to say. And I honestly need 4 days with no phone calls from the school.
And last night when I was out of ideas for how to help my son….well today is a new day and I’ve been given a couple more…