God cares
This weekend was a tough weekend for me.... In DE we had our annual spring school Festival. I had decided earlier, that I was not going to sit around and mope all weekend. I started Sat. Morning pretty good. I made my hubby a Festival breakfast, sausage gravy and biscuits, eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, Ok so it wasn't quite a Festival breakfast, but I tried...:-) Then I went over to a neighbor's garage sale got some toys for the children when they come over. Then we both went into town to get the pick up, on the way there I got a hankering for a good ole strawberry pie, I was like I wonder if I could make some strawberry pies for tonight's BBQ. I decided to be brave and go for it. I couldn't find fresh strawberries, so I ended up just grabbing some at the grocery store. Needless to say my pies actually turned out pretty good, Oh, and I have a first,... The first time my husband said, "Yup, they were as good as moms" If you know what kind of a cook my mom-in-love is you be like wowzers ;-)
That evening we had the family over for a BBQ a lot of fun we played this game called Imagineif. It's the kind of game I get a real kick out of playing. So the day went fairly well Sat. I prayed for the Festival whenever I thought of it, and I thought I was doing pretty good. Although, there was this nagging pain in my heart all day long, like this isn't right, today I'm supposed to be working and playing hard with people lots and lots of people, people that I loved that loved me. Well, night came and my hubby asked the question ....(music cue--dun..dun..dun) I don't remember exactly what he asked,but that nagging pain that was kind of there all day, but being pushed down into the corners of my heart, all of a sudden came bursting forth, bringing with it an onslaught of torrential tears ;-)
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night. I was struggling with questions like, "Is it always going to be this way? Am I always going to feel like a foreign alien from another country? What is my purpose here anyway? To cook and clean? ...Yeah there is nothing wrong with those things I enjoy those things, but I want more, I want to use my gifts... Why did you bring me here God? I had a ministry at home...I felt fulfilled, needed, used...Am I ever going to stop missing the little traditions and especially the people that I loved so much" OK, so know that I know a lot of the thoughts and feelings that I was feeling that night were unreasonable as they usually are at 12:00 at night... but well, I now know that homesickness can actually be a sickness, soon my stomach began to feel queasy, but my dear husband bless his heart just held me, let me cry, encouraged me once again not to stuff all my feelings inside, but to talk about them, and then he prayed for me...
Sunday, I did not feel like going to church...I was so tired due to the fact that I had gotten very little sleep the night before. But I was so glad I went. God once again reached down like He has so many times before, and did little things just to let me know that He cared. He spoke to me in so many little ways, but ways that He knew I would be spoken to. Sunday school, the message, through my dear brothers and sisters' in Christ's love. I was even asked to have a children's meeting next Sunday. I felt connected I felt loved. Even though it doesn't take away from all the pain of homesickness it just helped to know-- He cared!
Casting all your care upon him; for He careth for you. -- I Peter 5:7
That evening we had the family over for a BBQ a lot of fun we played this game called Imagineif. It's the kind of game I get a real kick out of playing. So the day went fairly well Sat. I prayed for the Festival whenever I thought of it, and I thought I was doing pretty good. Although, there was this nagging pain in my heart all day long, like this isn't right, today I'm supposed to be working and playing hard with people lots and lots of people, people that I loved that loved me. Well, night came and my hubby asked the question ....(music cue--dun..dun..dun) I don't remember exactly what he asked,but that nagging pain that was kind of there all day, but being pushed down into the corners of my heart, all of a sudden came bursting forth, bringing with it an onslaught of torrential tears ;-)
Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night. I was struggling with questions like, "Is it always going to be this way? Am I always going to feel like a foreign alien from another country? What is my purpose here anyway? To cook and clean? ...Yeah there is nothing wrong with those things I enjoy those things, but I want more, I want to use my gifts... Why did you bring me here God? I had a ministry at home...I felt fulfilled, needed, used...Am I ever going to stop missing the little traditions and especially the people that I loved so much" OK, so know that I know a lot of the thoughts and feelings that I was feeling that night were unreasonable as they usually are at 12:00 at night... but well, I now know that homesickness can actually be a sickness, soon my stomach began to feel queasy, but my dear husband bless his heart just held me, let me cry, encouraged me once again not to stuff all my feelings inside, but to talk about them, and then he prayed for me...
Sunday, I did not feel like going to church...I was so tired due to the fact that I had gotten very little sleep the night before. But I was so glad I went. God once again reached down like He has so many times before, and did little things just to let me know that He cared. He spoke to me in so many little ways, but ways that He knew I would be spoken to. Sunday school, the message, through my dear brothers and sisters' in Christ's love. I was even asked to have a children's meeting next Sunday. I felt connected I felt loved. Even though it doesn't take away from all the pain of homesickness it just helped to know-- He cared!
Casting all your care upon him; for He careth for you. -- I Peter 5:7
posted by lonnajoy at
3:39 PM
1 Comments:
Awww Donna! I am praying for you and have been praying for you. Even though I am still with my family, I think I can connect with you just knowing that I would be experiencing the pain of homesickness in similar ways. How wonderful to have such a caring, loving husband to walk with you.
Karen
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