Y'all, this has just not been my week. I know everybody has weeks where nothing at all goes right, but it's hard to imagine anyone feeling exactly like you do or having just as bad of week when you're right in the middle of it. The only reason I got through it was by the Lord picking me up and carrying me at some points. I have no clue if it was because of the full moon or what, but Satan was out FULL FORCE this week!
I have had so much to do for school that my mind is fried. Plus, we started our practicum this week, and I'm in 4th grade this time. Apparently, my teacher does not understand that a practicum student is different from a secretary, because all I have done is graded papers, filed papers and the Lord only knows how many copies I have made! I will stop before I get agitated again. :)
Oh, and this will be funny to y'all. Tuesday night I had to stay home from revival to do loads of homework. Mind you, everybody else in my family was at the church. What happened? The pigs got out. Not 1, not 2, but 6 pigs got out of their pen! So here I am, barefoot, chasing this pig and trying to keep him from escaping up the lane. I finally herd him across the cow pasture to the pig pen, and guess what happens there? Somebody (my brother) left the water running, so when I go in the pen to try and herd them in, I sink knee deep in mud and God knows what(literally, He knows, but I ain't askin'!). I drag out my cell phone to call for reinforcements, but lo and behold, nobody will answer me because they are at church. You talking about a desperate girl, that was me. I finally got ahold of my grandaddy before he went up to sing in the choir, and he told me not to worry about them. So I hiked myself back to my house, tried washing the mudd off of me, and did my homework. Then people start calling wondering if I got the pigs back in. Ummm....NO! 6 pigs that don't listen to me? Don't think so! My brother finally came and fixed everything. They aren't even my pigs. I felt like I smelled liek pigs the whole day after.
Well, I'm not going to go on about how bad my week went, but I will tell you how gracious my God is! Literally, I was about to have a nervous breakdown (ever have one of those?) Wednesday night, when the coolest thing happened. My grandaddy text me telling me to not let people and circumstances get ahold of my emotions, which was something that we talked about in Sunday School. God knew exactly when I needed that message. Can you ay Wow?!
God is good to me. He never leaves me, knows what I'm going through and can relate. Even when I get so overhwelmed and I put other things in the forefront of my mind before Him, I'm always first in His. He loves me. I'm not nearly worthy enough, but He loves me. And that? Makes me totally happy.
Hope y'all have a blessed weekend!
~Sarah
Boxing on Sundays
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2 comments:
Had the same thing kinda sorta happen to me the other mornin on the way to church but it was about 30 cows got out of the pasture into my mominlaws yard. I just happen to notice they had gotten out. Lucky me. of course, my father in law wouldn't answer either cause they go to early church and my hubby had to be there early too. Sooo....me and my heels...you can figure out the rest...
Oh wow... That sounds overwhelming and exhausting! I'm glad you're feeling rescued and relieved. :) And I hope the practicum gets better... I'm envious of the teacher that has you available to do some secretarial work! hahaha... But I know it doesn't benefit you much except to see how much of our time is spent on stuff like that, and more often than not - it's personal time!
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