So, as far as I can see there are good days and then there are bad days. They just happen. No rhyme or reason. You just wake up one day and everything starts to escalate. This last week has had one of those "days" that has come upon me. It started on Monday and it took Tuesday and Wednesday along for the ride,
But then there are the miracles that bring remembrance of who holds each day in HIS hands.
So, Monday ended up being a very trying day. I spent the most of the morning rejoicing about something I thought was lost to me forever which I had found while searching through old boxes.
It was a Monday morning of true elation!
Then the phone rang, and drama entered my life.
My youngest son called. That changed everything!
No transportation and a huge issue he was facing.
I prayed about the presented dilemma, and weighed what I should or shouldn't do in regards to the situation which was unfolding.
I love my son!
I made my choices and off I went. Into drama land. Someone else's poor choices had presented the people needing help. O.K. it's not the end of the world, and after all I can help. So off I go, 178 miles up north to help this someone yet again. Through grueling traffic, did I mention the grueling traffic?
That would have been fine except for the fact that after I was about 58 miles up the road the phone rings again.
It was a friend informing me that my older son had been mauled badly by a pit bull. I now faced a conundrum of sorts. I was on my way up north to help one son and now I'm torn to go down South for the other one. What does a Mother do? I felt pulled in both directions.
My oldest son was hospitalized and treated but was in very bad shape. The wounds were extremely deep and the healing process would be slow and painful. Other issues began to present themselves as well. He was transferred to yet another hospital.
He would now lose his job and become homeless from lack of finances being taken care of. I began praying, looking to GOD for answers. I needed direction now!
I love this boy and he is in such trouble.
So after going 178 miles in one direction to the North and back again, I drove another 38 miles to the South to see how I could help the other son.
In the interim I am unable to find the other son as he has been released from the hospital and I don't know where he is. He doesn't have his phone on him. It was now getting late.
After getting someone to assist me in finding him I now have to head back home. Another 38 miles north. There are things I have to do at home and take care of. I won't see my hospitalized son today.
I head back home another 38 miles to go. GOD help me, I pray!
Tuesday's sun rises and the phone calls start again. the son in the North, 178 miles away in one direction has a situation that arises and is caustic and needs help again immediately!
Again I pray about this, and take off again to help him.
(I'm sure now that this was a mistake.)
And then the call comes again unexpectedly the son in the South is back in the hospital with complications from his attack, so my day takes a repeat of the previous. I'll be heading back South after I go 178 miles North and back again! The joy's of motherhood!
I'm now begging GOD for help to get through this conundrum. What we Mothers do for our children often defies reason. And sometimes, even common sense.
But, men see what men do, GOD see's why!
I think HE shares these reasons with Mothers as a rule.
Can we ever be too kind to our children? Maybe.
So, I deliver one son 356 round trip miles later to his point of interest and I head out to see the other son.
In the interim I put my reading glasses in my glass case, which had a pair in it already and toss it in my purse. After driving half a day again I spend the day with my son who was just released from the hospital again and console him as he begins his healing process.
I reluctantly head home after a few hours making that dreaded 38 mile trip again.
But, chin up, here I go. Everything seems to be falling back in place. Peace is at the end of the tunnel now I think! Perhaps I can make some arrangements to help this child out and make his life a bit easier as he heals. Off I go again.
Wednesday rolls around and I find out from yet another source that I have to make the dreaded 38 mile run back down South for yet another reason. I put my glasses on to set my Garmin to assist me in a quicker way there, there isn't one, great! I throw my glasses back into the case and I'm off! I gather my thoughts and tell myself, I can do this! No problem. I can do all things in peace and love through HIM who strengthens me! So off I go into yet another dilemma. Someone else's drama again. But I console myself and say I will visit my son again and see how he is doing with his healing process.
My whole day is again a day of going here and going there. And the gas prices are $4.00 per gallon....Ugh!
And again finally it's getting late and my day is ready to wrap up in the South. I head back on the road to make my 38 mile trek back home again. GOD please help me! The driving in the bumper to bumper traffic is so stressful.
As usual the cars are bumper to bumper and the projected one hour ride turns into two grueling hours. No getting around it. Ugh.
Finally two hours later I'm home and exhausted from the activities of the past three days. I pull into the driveway, I tell myself I'm not driving anywhere for a month, check my mail and come into the house. I throw my purse on the floor and make myself something to eat. I need to read the directions on the package for the dinner I'm starting and I go to get my glasses. They are not in my purse. I head back out to the car and search high and low, no glasses.
I go back into the house. Check my purse again. No glasses! I go back out to the car and check under every seat, It is now, at this moment, the stress of three days, miles and miles of driving and other peoples drama and issues hit me.
After all this I just start crying. I have lost my glasses. This was my breaking point. Not just one pair, but both pairs I owned, which I foolishly put in one large black case holder.
I could not take it. Somehow this put me over the edge. I sat and cried and cried for well over an hour. everything seemed so bleak . I felt as if I were spiraling down a slippery slope. And I was angry that after all I did to help others, in the interim I hurt myself. I lost my glasses. I can't read without them. I was so frustrated. The tears just kept coming. I just couldn't stop crying!
I went in to lay down in bed and try to remember where I had left or lost my glasses. I laid there crying and wracking my brain, how could this have happened. I was sick to my stomach. I prayed to the LORD, PLEASE help me, Please! I cried through the begging, Please HELP me remember, so I can locate them! I decided I couldn't keep crying all night, I went to get up and get a drink of water. As I passed the front window in the living room, I happened to glance outside toward the mailbox. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed something in the compartment under the mailbox. I wondered if it was that big black frog I shooed away from the front door last week. It was so odd just sitting there. He was huge, and he was black. Was that him in the mailbox? I headed out the front door toward the mailbox to get a closer look at him. How did he get up that high? It wasn't a frog at all, IT WAS MY GLASSES CASE! Sitting in the mailbox compartment! How did they get there?
How is that possible? I started crying again, but tears of joy. My neighbor was outside and was starring at me. I didn't care. I was so grateful, I was so happy, I ran back into the house crying joyfully!
After all this, all the worry, all the stress, all the drama, all the miles, all the gas money, bumper to bumper traffic, my glasses showed up after being lost! Thank GOD they did! HOW? I don't have that answer!
GOD treats us better than we could ever expect. I am reminded that as much as I love my sons and would do anything for them, HE loves me more, and remembers me when I call upon HIM!
My week had started with the elation of finding something lost, and ended the exact same way.
Coincidence I ask myself?