I’m not sure I have anything to give today. At least that’s how I feel in this very moment. Yet I don’t feel I’ve ‘given enough‘.
I haven’t done anything extraordinary today. I worked out. Handled a rather delicate situation I’ve been putting off for months by finally putting forth the effort to make the first move to get it resolved. It’s a work thing and at this point I don’t even want to get into it (though it does get me fired up 🙂 )…
Later I met two young adults for lunch and enjoyed listening to what amazing adults they are becoming and then I went into work and accomplished my tasks for the day. All the while in the back of my mind I knew my husband was at home starting his first IV treatment. He’s been treating this as ‘no big deal’ and insisted I go on about my day. However, when I arrived home later this afternoon with kids in tow it’s not a ‘normal’ thing to find your husband at the table with an IV in his arm and a nurse leaving bags of fluid, injections, etc. It’s not normal…but I guess now it is our normal.
He didn’t even tell his mom. I don’t blame him as my son did get his dramatics from her. 🙂 But, still… So I called her. Will there come a time that I wouldn’t? That it all becomes such a ‘norm’ that I don’t even ask for prayer when he’s going through one of these episodes? It’s a crazy disease.
At any rate what I’m feeling is not sad, nor am I worried or even feeling sorry for myself or Neal. I’m just depleted.
Matthew 11:28
“Come to me, all you who are weary and are burdened, and I will give you rest.”
And I remember tomorrow is a new day! 🙂
Blessings
Shannon