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I don't do well with writing unless I have a flash of inspiration and lately they have been sparse. Busy, sick, half crazy and irritated these describe my current situation. But I got one this morning and I would like to share it with you because it was simple and profound as inspirations should be.
Let me set up the scene for you. I have been sick for 9 days. Really sick like WTH sick. I have blown my nose till my brains came out which may explain the problems I am having. My husband was sick for a month before me and as soon as he got better - wouldn't you know it . . .
MY kids are all sick. ALL FIVE AT ONCE. On top of that my three year old may have fractured his big toe in a fall and wants to be carried everywhere. You can imagine the wreck my house is in and the state of my fridge, laundry room and mind. When I am not well, we just don't work, the house doesn't work. It's all about survival of the fittest. I have been the sickest for the past week but it looks like I am passing the torch to my oldest son today poor guy. To him the only upside is UNLIMITED POPSICLES!!!!!!
I have been trying to breath and fight the fever and chills for days. My solution is to take hot baths multiple times. I can't stand the chills. So let me get to the point. It involves my daughter who you see pictured in the dryer below:
Yeah, she does this. Its her new cool activity. I especially love that she takes the time to throw all my clean clothes out on the dirty floor, sometimes she even waits until they are actually dry before she dives in. Have you ever lost a kid in your own house? Well after I found her here she succeeded in another recent endeavor which is climbing on top of laundry baskets trying to get the attic cord and pull down the ladder. She got it open and tried to climb, it buckled and she fell and knocked her head on some doorway molding. Never a dull moment here.
So all this is going on and I still feel like something you find in my backyard near my obnoxious Golden, Maggie. I get Doodle downstairs crying (her not me, I think.) I proceed to treat the bumped head with an Elmo icepack and of course Doodle being who she is, refuses to cooperate, I stop mid-sentence when trying to explain to her that though what I am doing and what she is going through are uncomfortable and she doesn't understand it - I actually am trying to help her and it will feel better if she will cooperate! Her brain works different than most, having autism that is. She often gets herself into jams and dangers that a typical (Or neurotypical -NT) kid would not. Or maybe they would? But either way, I can't explain it to her in so many words. I just can't So I quit talking and just yelled "TRUST ME!" And then it hit me . . .
God does this to me all the time.
He just can't explain all of my pain or all of this world's pain in a way that my brain can comprehend. Now by saying that I don't mean He is not capable of doing it, I mean I am not equipped to understand every situation in life especially the more complex and painful ones like why is He letting my 92 year old Granddaddy exit this world in such a slow, painful and sad way?
Why does it seem like the world is going insane with natural disasters right now?
Why do teenagers who don't want babies seem to come by them so damn easy and others of us have to wait 3 years and endure painful tests procedures, medications and miscarriages before we get our babies?
These are big unanswerable questions. For now. But I believe there is a reason. That is my Faith. And every time I come across one of them I will have to remind myself that He is silently pleading with me.
" TRUST ME! I know what's best. It will all work out with a purpose for the good in the end. Even if I can't explain it to you right now in a way you can understand or even need to understand. I love you. Chill out."
Or something to that effect :) Spare prayers for my sick, sick family please! Have a good day and use hand sanitizer!