I've been sick for weeks, on extra steroids, now dealing with the long term affects of the meds, including how they adversely affects my emotions. Sometimes my life and emotions seems one big response to medication. Am I even in there somewhere?
I've been feeling like Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. If you've never read that book, you should. He keeps saying he's going to move to Australia. I have no desire to run away to Australia; that's a really long plane flight and I get sick on planes. However, I might be inclined to make several of his facial expressions.
I can't keep up. I finally admitted it. I'm not getting enough rest, not getting better, dreading the weeks of tapering down that are coming once I do get well. Dreading all the drug withdrawals and still having to function when I just want to run away.
Instead of setting up a tent in my backyard, or moving to Australia, I asked my husband if I could check into preschool for Hope. She's my 4-year-old who is still at home. She's awesome, but not one for entertaining herself, and she's been getting the short end of the stick for months as I've battled all these chronic health problems. Nearly every day at lunch she prays, "Thank You for this food. Please help Mommy to get better."
Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.
We hadn't put her into preschool before now because I chose to be a stay-at-home mommy. Not to mention the money. We've been saving to put the kids in Christian school starting this fall, plus paying medical stuff of course, and preschool is expensive. I had checked into it before and it was too much (I'm not a rich and famous author yet =)).
So asking to check into it again felt like a big fat failure on my part. I'm home. What a cop out. But the truth is, right now my illness is winning and I'm losing, and if I don't change something soon, I'm not sure what's going to happen but it's going to be bad. Long-term high steroid use is bad. Being sick for a long time is bad. Everything it does to my emotions is bad for me and everybody in my family. So admitting I might be a better mom if Hope went to preschool a few days a week and I was able to rest was hard, but the truth.
Did God frown and sigh at my weakness? Did He say yes but make sure I knew how disappointed He was?
Nope. I got a message from the lady who runs the preschool less than half a mile from our house. Not only did they have an opening for 3 days a week with no waiting list, but someone had given scholarship money they had not fully used yet and she had been thinking of Hope but didn't want to seem pushy. The scholarship is paying half. Half! It makes the whole thing more than affordable.
God not only gave me a run away; He blessed it. I'm wondering if He'd been just waiting for me to admit that I needed help so He could provide the solution I needed.
I shouldn't have felt guilty for needing help. I should have asked for it long ago. Why is it so hard to admit that I can't handle everything sometimes? Okay, because I'm a control freak. Because I'm a proud, insecure sinner who wants to be competent instead of weak. Who doesn't want to admit I can't do it all--not even close.
I suppose having these health problems will cure me of that if nothing else. Like those women having to leave the camp, I'm forced to stop sometimes. If I keep thinking it's a bad thing, I'll never appreciate it for the gift it is.
Instead of a lecture, God is giving me 3 mornings a week. I'll be able to get more of the rest--physically and emotionally--that I need. Hopefully, it will mean that when my family is home I will be able to be more loving and giving instead of always longing for that little bit of run away.
What about you? What have you needed but not asked God for because you felt guilty? It may be something as simple as some encouragement in your day, or the reminder that you are loved.
After all, God gave us the bodies and personalities they have. He knows the weaknesses that come with them. Why do we try to pretend them away?
|Seems I'm not the only one who has this problem.|
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Trust in him at all times ye people. Pour out your heart before him. God is a refuge for us. Psalm 62:8
More on this refuge idea on Friday...
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