Today started out pretty rough. I am tired. Tired of waking up early, tired of getting my kids up early and kicking them into gear, tired of school (work). Just tired. So I may or may not have been in a grouchy, sluggish mood. I had to get Makena's stuff ready to go to a friend's sleepover, nobody wanted to move fast enough, packed lunches at the very last minute, then had to turn around and come back after we got 1/4 of a mile down the road because Carlie forgot her purse! By the time we got to school everyone was good to go and I was ready to get the day over with start my day. About 8:30 I heard someone walk through the doors and when I looked up there she was....my best friend in the whole wide world, Jill, had come all the way from Ashdown to visit me! I talk to her weekly and we email each other all the time, but I haven't actually seen her sense June. I cried. My terrible morning had suddenly gotten much better! She stayed all day long. We had lunch together and supper together, and talked endlessly until she had to go last night.
I have said this many times, but Jill came into my life during a time when I had been desperately praying for a friend, a Christian friend. I always feel like she was hand-picked for me, because she isn't someone that I would typically pick for myself. She knows me so well and she still likes me :)
I haven't really prayed for another friend since she moved. I was a little upset with God for taking her so far away, but really, I think I just don't want anyone to take her place.
I have said this many times, but Jill came into my life during a time when I had been desperately praying for a friend, a Christian friend. I always feel like she was hand-picked for me, because she isn't someone that I would typically pick for myself. She knows me so well and she still likes me :)
I haven't really prayed for another friend since she moved. I was a little upset with God for taking her so far away, but really, I think I just don't want anyone to take her place.
Even as I was typing the beginning of this post I was feeling so completely guilty. Guilty that I am complaining about getting my kids to get their stuff together and get out of the door in the morning. Especially in light of everything that has happened in Connecticut. I know those parents would give anything to have their babies back. My heart seriously aches for these families. Twenty of them (kids), y'all. I've been watching and reading about all the details as they are unfolding and I can do nothing but cry. Please pray for all of these families and the whole community surrounded by this nightmare. As someone tweeted earlier today, "what a Christmas it will be for them".
Beth
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