Well, here goes...

Ok, so this is blogging eh? Mmm. Well let's see. Today was a great disaster. Got ready to go to church and then noticed my daughter is covered in what suspiciously looks like chicken pox. Not going to church. Hate missing church. So after my husband and second daughter return from church telling me how great the service was, I leave with ill daughter in tow to the walkin clinic. Diagnosis confirmed. Home to calamine lotion, tylenol and baking soda baths. She looks so ill and yet is singing and laughing the whole day through. Her strength amazes me. I love her so much and just want to take away all her discomfort. But I can't. I pray she will get well enough, just in time to (wait for it) have her tonsils out as scheduled on the 30th. What kind of monster am I to put her through that? I'm sorry but this has been an extremely difficult week. The last few weeks haven't been much better. They say what doesn't kill us makes us stronger but what if it kills you a little each day? I'm tired, can you tell? I always feel even more "out of it" when I miss church. Our Pastor's sermons usually pump me - motivate me into action. Today the only "action" I saw was an ever increasing reading on an ear thermometer and "spots" appearing literally before my eyes. My son is coming down with this already. He's grumpy and worried about his sister and extremely upset (possibly even more than I) that he missed church today. I love God. He loves me and that is what ALWAYS gets me through. So, let's see what tomorrow brings shall we? M.