My sister called me yesterday and we were laughing about the fact that we are a bit more crazy than usual because of our circumstances. Yeah, we're crazy, I think all females are a bit in their own charming way, but put us in a high stress situation and our crazy tips the scale a little more. We're perfectly sane when it comes to the major decisions, but we're more apt to freak out over something small lately.
On the phone yesterday, she says, Chubs (my nickname), I've just been going up and down emotionally lately. We had company over and I was looking for these Williams-Sonoma nametags and couldn't find them in the kitchen. So I'm throwing things, getting really mad that the maid put them somewhere I couldn't find them and this is my own house and I should be able to find stuff in my own house! Things are being thrown around because she can't find anything so Louis, her hubby, comes in and just wraps her in a bear hug. He says he's sorry about mom. She promptly tells him this has nothing to do with mom. This has to do with her not being able to find anything in her own house. But she knew better and so did he.
We are laughing through her story because I told her I'd quit church about three times since then. Up and down, up and down. I'm trying to keep my sanity in tact but I'm not really sure what the method is to accepting a parent having cancer. I pray a lot, apologize to my friends a lot because I think whatever has just come out of my mouth is a dealbreaker, and pray some more.
I'm amazed at God in all of this. That He's given her a husband who can recognize why she's really upset about something small and that he's her support for her through this. I don't have a husband, but I do have a community/church that is walking with me. God's provided support and encouragement for both of us, just in different ways, but with the same results...
I don't understand gentleness. I don't know how to receive it. But He's just being so delicate with all of us through this. Wow, it's amazing...
On the phone yesterday, she says, Chubs (my nickname), I've just been going up and down emotionally lately. We had company over and I was looking for these Williams-Sonoma nametags and couldn't find them in the kitchen. So I'm throwing things, getting really mad that the maid put them somewhere I couldn't find them and this is my own house and I should be able to find stuff in my own house! Things are being thrown around because she can't find anything so Louis, her hubby, comes in and just wraps her in a bear hug. He says he's sorry about mom. She promptly tells him this has nothing to do with mom. This has to do with her not being able to find anything in her own house. But she knew better and so did he.
We are laughing through her story because I told her I'd quit church about three times since then. Up and down, up and down. I'm trying to keep my sanity in tact but I'm not really sure what the method is to accepting a parent having cancer. I pray a lot, apologize to my friends a lot because I think whatever has just come out of my mouth is a dealbreaker, and pray some more.
I'm amazed at God in all of this. That He's given her a husband who can recognize why she's really upset about something small and that he's her support for her through this. I don't have a husband, but I do have a community/church that is walking with me. God's provided support and encouragement for both of us, just in different ways, but with the same results...
I don't understand gentleness. I don't know how to receive it. But He's just being so delicate with all of us through this. Wow, it's amazing...
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