The Puddles

It feels like that word is every where.  At home. At church. At school. With the children. Without the children. And these days it seems to be all encompassing. Add the “d” word to the fact that I am a worry-wart and that makes for more trouble.  So now I have drama with a double dose of worry!  Yuck!

I thought the worse part of our yearly story would be Ben’s surgery.  But the side effects (and I am not talking about medical) of that drama are still plaguing us.  He is still struggling with adjustments at home and at school. Nothing terrible but enough for us to be concerned.   Madie has been our brave big sister for so long that it too is having some affects on her.  She needs our special love and attention right now.  Her emotional cup is running on empty and we need to work overtime to try to fill it back up again.  And Ainsley . . . Well Ainsley has always been that special child.  She is the kid that will tell you (and sometimes loudly) when she needs extra love and attention.  We think that she is crawling into bed with us every night in part because she needs some extra mom and dad snuggle time and this is one way to get it.  But she is showing her stress and worry with her tummy.  We have been to the doctor. We have her several medicines to try to help her.  She is on a special diet.  This has been going on for over two months already.  I told the doctor that we could handle the added medical structure to our already medically structured life with no worries.  I was wrong. It has not been so easy.  It is hard to keep all of the medicines straight in the morning between all three kids.  I dole out eleven different medicines every morning.  I know that there are families that have it worse than me, but it is hard to think outside of your box when all of this is going on.

And the church. Well, our church is so full of hope and promise but right now it is hurting and showing all of those hurts and pains right now.  It is hard to remember that people do not leave their sinful selves at the door.  They bring it in the door with them to church.  This is a church trying to heal but with someone picking at the scab constantly which only delays the healing process.  And with all of that said . . . we just add the church to our list our worries for the day, week, and year.

Ok I have wallowed long enough.  Time to face the day with all of its beauty and its warts!!!