Yesterday I thought the Crabby Monster story had reached it's end, I was wrong.
Last night my daughter burned her right hand, which in itself is bad, but she is working feverishly to complete the writing of a play before the new semester at school starts, and she's right handed.
And then today my day started with the priority of working on some things for the Lord being my goal. My mom was coming over to help the girls with some stuff. There was no school today so I had all day to spend praying, seeking God's guidance and writing the things that I felt directed to.
Great goals, great plans. All the makings of a great day.
7:30 AM, I open up my computer, feeling that my heart was ready to face the day.
I never thought that in a few minutes it would all change.
An email pops up from a friend and I open it, to find the heart breaking news that my friend's husband was dying of septic shock. As I read on through tears that were falling, checking on another email that had been sent the night before, I found he had died three times that day, but they were able to bring him back. At the time they thought they were dealing with a heart issue.
Crying out to the Lord in my sorrow for this dear man, I was pressed to pray.
I was pressed to call my dear husband, asking him to pray, and relieved to hear his voice knowing that he knew how dear this friend is to me and how much his heart would desire for God's mercy for them.
I continued through my day praying and praying asking for God's mercy.
I called my friend getting her answering machine, leaving a message of love, that we were praying for them.
My children who had friends coming for a sleepover worked at straightening their room and making their beds.
So while I was alone downstairs, I prayed, I prayed and I prayed, searching for a miracle.
My oldest girls were getting ready to run into town and the car would not start.
Finally getting it started it died at the end of the street.
One more thing to deal with. Not a big thing, but feeling raw around the edges.
Dealing with the car, my daughter was upset because her car wasn't working and worried because she had classes starting Monday.
Praying, praying, praying for God to calm the storms.
I return again to writing only to find the internet is down, leaving me unable to check various things as I wrote. And, most of all, unable to receive any updates on how my friends husband was doing.
Upset, I pray. I pray searching for God to calm my storms and all of this stuff going on.
My daughters are upset and agitated, freezing cold and frustrated.
They put the praise music on loud and we sing to refrains as we hear them.
The suggestion of tea to calm our nerves is made, and so I put the pot on our electric stove.
Only a few moments later to hear my daughter say that the burner is sparking.
That was it, I started to cry and I started to laugh.
Apparently I had reached my limit.
I wanted to laugh at the ridiculous, but I wanted to cry in the helplessness.
So much going on in the last couple of days, and I was on my overload, my emotions were fried.
I then did the only thing I could, I called together my two oldest girls and prayed again. I prayed for my friend, prayed for calmness, prayed for miracles, prayed for the comfort that only He can give us.
I ran to Abba daddy, crying out the truth, that He is our comfort, that He can change things, that He will bring it all to His glory, And that He will bring us His peace.
Psalm 107: 28-30 Then they cry out to the Lord in their trouble, and He brings them out of their distresses. He calms the storm, so that its waves are still. Then they are glad because they are quiet; so he guides them to their desired haven. [New King James version]
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