My appointment last Thursday showed that I would still not be healed enough for today, and so I was again postponed. I did not deal with that news very well at first, although I could understand.
Once Dennis and I got out to the car, I just pretty much just sat there. I did say to him, though, that I just did not understand why this that keeps happening. No, I wasn’t mad at God; but I just didn’t get why this part of the trial keeps going on and on. I can’t catch a break anywhere. I just wanted to be left alone so I could sort through things and re-group.
Dennis did make supper that evening, after he got home from work. I had the things he needed to make chicken and biscuits. He was very understanding.
My outlet was the internet. There I could share some of my thoughts with friends without actually talking to them face to face. That was a help. Plus, my friend/co-worker Lori stopped by to see how I was doing plus to clue me in on things about class, as she would not be there Friday.
I did not sleep well.
By Friday I was doing all right. That’s how I want things to be. If I am down about something, I want to not stay down too long.
After school I did stop by to visit with my pastor. I had an idea he knew how things were for me, as I had cued his wife in on Thursday evening. I found out later that Dennis had popped over next door on his break to talk to her at work Friday. I wanted the pastor to know that I was doing all right. If there was a focus to our discussion as to what makes things difficult, it was people – well-meaning people, but people who asked more questions than they needed to or shared opinions that weren’t needing to be shared. It happens to Dennis at the store. It happens to both of us at church. It just happens. It gets tiring to remain gracious.
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