Stick A Fork In Me, I’m Done

I hereby declare the Summer of 2011 as the Suckiest Summer ever.

Yeah, this is the same person who’s posted about “I Spy” God moments. I still spy God.  God is speaking and sending help.

But sometimes things really do bite the big one and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with saying that sometimes things really do stink.

What’s put me over the edge tonight is that I’m laid up with this stupid broken leg, my husband is at work until very late tonight and my four-year-old is crying that his “neck” hurts and he has a fever of 102.

There’s nothing I can do but offer Tylenol, wait for him to fall asleep and have myself a good cry.

And then I have to ask my husband to do more.

Because I can’t.

We’re getting help from friends and family. Lots of it. But there’s always things that you can’t farm out to others.  Like your job, or school, or taking your kid to the doctor.

The Huisman family is drowning, folks.

I did a search on tonight, looking for the verse that God won’t give us more than we can bear.

That verse doesn’t exist.

I tried searching for that phrase in Google and came across this post by Ron Edmondson.  It’s called “God WILL Allow More Than You Can Bear (Alone)”.

I should end with some sort of positive note or lesson that I’ve gleaned from Edmondson’s post but right now my son has awaken and is crying.

Lord, I confess my pride. I’ve lived my life as though I don’t need anyone. I’ve tried to learn this lesson these past few weeks. I’ve asked for help from others, I’ve accepted it when offered.  I’m asking You to please heal my son tonight. I’m asking for a quick healing for my leg. I’m asking for the Huismans to catch a break. I’m asking for relief for my husband. Physically and mentally.  I know I need to rely on You.  I do.  I’ve come to the end of my rope and there’s nothing there. I’m begging You to help. We can’t do it anymore. 




4 thoughts on “Stick A Fork In Me, I’m Done

  1. So sorry for what appears to be problems piled upon problems. Over the years have experienced many pile up of troubles…those when it rains it pours times. I know it’s hard to believe that you will come through this. God’s testing? Satan’s temptations? You have a strong, deep faith. If you have another experience like this, call us. Terry is a very good chauffeur and would be willing to help. If you news someone to stay with the other boys, I think we have enough people in the house to reach out and help you. Please don’t hesitate to call us, even if you just need to talk and vent. I know it’s hard but it’s not fair to deny others the opportunity to serve God’s children

  2. Yeah…this does suck the big one. Our situations were very different, but I felt similarly in those last few weeks before we left the country. We were drowning and constantly had to ask for help. It’s hard hard hard. I wish I were there to do what I could for you…must be a reason why I’m not.

  3. Karen and Aimee,

    Thanks for your replies. There’s lessons to be learned here, of that I have no doubt. It’s so stinking hard to ask for help or accept it when offered. I’m trying to learn that lesson. I also realized last night that my chief worry about Ben being sick wasn’t really about Ben. It was about being afraid to miss more work.

    Not good.

    It’s not fun to realize that you’re priorities are all out of whack.

  4. Pingback: If You Don’t Bend, You’ll Break | Vikki Huisman

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