Then I need "yammer". Fluff to fill my head and let me focus on something else.
I pray, and cry and give it to God. Then I have to let it go. Sometimes that means staying up way too late reading new blogs. It doesn't happen often though.
I was reading over at the Riggs Family Blogg and Brent was sharing why he has so much joy in the face of his daughter fighting cancer. In a nutshell he said that he will one day be in heaven and this life is just a vapor. What's a week or so of not being able to use my hip and
I've always day dreamed about being one of those moms who's water just suddenly breaks so we go to the hospital and 2-10 hours later our baby is born. I'm not that mom. I'm the one who's labor is nice and gentle. Contractions 10 minutes apart until transition and even then they're only 5 minutes apart. Sounds nice hey. Well it is... but after 30 some hours it gets old. I'm grumbling here and not focusing on the whole "One day I'm going to be in heaven and this will all be a vapor" thing. I guess I haven't had as much practice as Brent and Michelle.
Wasn't God just telling me this morning to "rest". Yeah, time to get over my pity party, eat a sandwich and go to bed!
Well if that wasn't a nice little bit of realism from Momma Bean.