When Reagan got sick on Sunday and then told that she was positive for the flu, I knew that it was going to be a hard week on everyone. When our car battery died immediately after that appointment at sonic AND we had to spend money on a brand new one, I took a deep breath and swallowed my pride. But when Jason came home today with the flu, I just wanted to sit in a corner, eat fudge and watch "Beaches" over and over again. I mean for real. I didn't just have a baby or anything.
I know that I am complaining and I know that it I definitely seems like I am throwing a pity-party over here. Okay, I probably am. I just really want my family to be healthy. I had visions of the kids going to school this week and enjoying some time with hubby and Madison. Poor Jason is now sick and in bed. I know that next week it will all be over (please, Lord) and that I'll look at this post and criticize myself for being "faithless", but for now I am just going to be real and say that I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.
However, I am immediately reminded of 3 things as I write this.
1. It's not that bad and I am a big baby.
2. "Psalm6:6 I am weary with my groaning." This was in my daily bible reading today and sounds a lot like me. ;) It encourages me though that King David was pouring out his heart in tears to God. He was honest before God. He cried out to God. But in that He wasn't a victim of circumstance, instead He turned his attention toward Jesus....and that always changes our perspective.
3. Well, this just says it all.