I am a little nervous for Thursday. Well, not just a little and I don’t know if nervous is the right word. I am just really not looking forward to it!! I dread it really! I am just trying to be open and honest.
There is so much devistation around here right now. There is so much illness and death surrounding us. No, not like in our immediate family, but just everywhere. I know that this is life, but come on!!
We were talking in the car tonight with Chandler. Sometimes he just blows me away. We have had a rough day with all 3 kids (and myself) and it was so nice to be able to have a conversation that was about something other than cleaning your room (and how you made the mess, not Mom and Dad!!!). He was telling us that he prays all the time that Jesus would come back while he is still alive. That blew me away! I guess that I grew up thinking that God was this horrible mean God that would come and take his bride away in the middle of the night and the kids would be left home alone. Yes, while it may not be exactly what I was taught, it was what I believed was said. I even would ask questions and would be told to not dwell on it, that God would take care of it.
So tonight, when Chandler said that, I could feel myself breathing differently. I mean, my goodness! Why would he want to see kids left without parents (yes, I am still dealing with a lot of different things and this is one of them)? But, I listened to him and he ministered to me. He said that he wanted to be able to see Jesus and not be dead yet. He said that he wanted to witness Jesus coming back. At his age, I knew almost nothing about Jesus, let alone about Him coming back. Lord, I want to be a child again. I want to have that same desire and not be scared. Someday….
I have just been having one of those weeks. Have you been there? Chandler turned 9 on Tuesday, which was a great day, but Wednesday night (while dealing with a husband that was throwing up), it dawned on me what the date was. The 8th. And then my mind just went crazy. You see, Allie’s heart condition was diagnosed on the 9th. And I got mad at myself for not realizing that the anniversary was coming up. How could I forget something like that? Something that changed our lives forever, and I forgot??? I have just beat myself up so much this week about it.
I have been writing on Allie’s blog about the days that she was diagnosed and our stay at Vandy. I have been reliving all of the hell that our family went through during that time. Then, it makes me think of the people that won’t say hi to me Wal-Mart, yet they were so important to us during that time. If my daughter was so important to you then, why isn’t she still important to you? I just have had a bad week.
Yes, I am so thankful that Allie is as healthy as she is. Our bad times are long behind us, but they seem to be coming to me more and more lately. I am just nervous. Is that okay? Does that make me less of a Christian because I am nervous? Can you say that you trust God and be nervous at the same time? Am I normal? Is it okay that I just want to sit down and cry sometimes?
I know that this is a season, and I am thankful that I know that. I have been in the state of mind before where I didn’t know if I would ever get out of it. But, tomorrow is a new day and I am going to stand on that.









