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 Biblegateway.com 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.