Well, yesterday was a wash. I finally climbed out of bed around eleven and dragged myself to the livingroom for the remainder of the day. I sat and watched Grey’s reruns off the dvr and a couple Big Bang episodes, lounged lazily over Facebook and Twitter throughout the day. Didn’t get a single other thing accomplished from my chore list, so today’s list is doubly long now. Fortunately my migraine has dissipated and only a little queasiness remains. I think I’ll pass on the morning workout and satisfy myself with scratching off the day’s To-Do’s…which includes a little drawing and reading–I think I can handle that.
Michael has been a little Jekyll and Hyde this week. I’m trying to remember this whole moving situation is as stressful for him as it is for me, and I’m hoping to muster more patience. It’s not easy when he’s screaming at me, mad that his PSP froze and roughly throwing a brand new game disc carelessly into the drawer without its case, wanting to throw it in the garbage but I won’t let him because it cost twenty dollars for Christmas! He thinks gifts from Santa are free…maybe it’ll be better when he no longer believes in Santa, though nothing else concerning the value of money has ever sunk into his stubborn little head.
Later after his tantrum subsides, he’s all hugs and kisses and I love you’s. And I calm myself to love and hug him back. Let out a sigh as we hold on to each other. This is just the beginning of another long road, and we’ve travelled this way before. God’s grace will see us through. God, whose mercies are new every morning, reminds me that we, too, can try again every morning, He’s given us a new start. So I take a deep breath, say a prayer of thanks for seeing us through migraines and tantrums yesterday, and thanking Him as well for a new day and fresh mercy: our daily bread.
The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are newevery morning;
great is your faithfulness.
“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,
“therefore I will hope in him.”