For the most part, I don’t complain about being a single mom. It is what it is. There’s nothing that I can do about it, short of getting married, and that’s not where I am right now.
For one, I would need a man who wanted to marry me. And while I’m sure he’s out there somewhere, it’s not my time. There are things that I need to do before that situation will present it self.
Like date.
But there again, I’m not there right now. I keep trying to be, but I’m not. And I’m okay with that.
Because seriously? Where in the world would I find time to date?
But that’s besides that point.
And typically, I don’t complain about being a single mom.
I’m not going to now, however, if the events of today didn’t happen, I might have.
Today was supposed to be like any other Sunday… Sunday school, church, lunch with friends, rest for 2 hours, church.
I don’t ever plan anything for Sunday. It’s our day to worship the Lord and partake in fellowship with fellow believers. I like it this way, but it takes your weekend from two days to one day. Which is fine really if you didn’t put a whole bunch of stuff off until the weekend, thinking that you would have time to take care of them. Or, you know, relax.
So now I have one day weekends, which is fine, except that one day is normally filled with football, cheerleading, and the like… and here of late, lots of stuff that I feel led to help with. Couple that with weeks that are much the same way and time for myself or with out children is non-existent.
And with the way that my week had gone, I couldn’t figure out when I was going to get some space. I had come to the conclusion that I COULD deal and that I WOULD deal. Because I CAN do all things though which Christ gives me strength. And trust me, I’ve been asking. Repeatedly. Multiple times a day. And I’ve been okay. (Okay is relative, by the way.)
After church, I was in a foul mood. I don’t know why. And it really wasn’t THAT bad, but I was off. Lots to process from the service and too many people in the fellowship hall. The reality of it is, I had been around people, lots of people, for three days straight between the football game, the kids’ games, the spaghetti dinner, and now church. And I’m the type of person that just needs a little time… ALONE.
After lunch, Sam was invited to her friend’s house… and off she went. Matthew’s big brother came to get him as soon as we got home and I soon found myself alone. All alone. For three whole hours. And I got my living room clean. And the laundry folded. And more washed. And I got to watch some of the shows that I taped. And by the time Matthew got home and we were getting ready to head back to church I felt ALOT better.
Because Revival starts tonight. And I’m in need of it. It couldn’t come at a better time. Just like the three hours I had to myself couldn’t have come at a better time.
Because HE knows what I need. Even when I don’t.
Until next time…
Heather
Amen.