I got pulled over Wednesday. My tags were six weeks expired. $125 ticket. Plus the registration cost, even though I may hopefully be getting a new car TOMORROW.
I fell Thursday morning. Went down flat on my back, hit my head. I've got a swollen, bruised place on my back, a bruised arm, and reverse whiplast from my head getting thrown backward. My neck is in agony - even breathing hurts.
I was overwhelmed this morning. Finally I wailed to Michelle, "WHY does this week have to be SO AWFUL? Haven't I had enough? Can't I catch a break?"
She calls it 'someone down there hates us' syndrome. It makes perfect sense to me. I'm finally in the hands of the Father, so my recent miseries and misfortunes are a last-ditch effort to steal my miracle, to turn me back to the dark side. WELL IT'S NOT WORKING. After Michelle and I had a little chat about that, I felt strong and triumphant.
Last night at bedtime I went to read a Psalm, and I opened my Bible to Psalm 51. It was exactly what I needed.
All things work for the good of those that love the Lord.
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