I guess another name for this post could be God's Answers to "My Moment." Funny. Here is how God answered my pity-party issues last night...
~First and foremost, athlete's foot does not cause death, which was kinda what it was looking like last night, poor guy. We didn't have anything last night so I ended up squeezing a ton of hydro-cortisone cream on it and told him it would help. Don't know if it actually did help or if the idea that it might help did the trick, but he finally got to sleep. We treated it today with the real stuff and he should be good to go soon. Interesting note, my brother called me and told me today that honey can be used as an anti-fungal. "Next time put it on the affected area and stick footies on him." (Thank you Randy, you have the oddest things locked in that mind!) Looked it up on the internet and not only can it be used as an anti-fungal, it can also be used as an anti-bacterial and anti-viral. Crazy!! Oh, and guess what? I have a jar of local raw honey in the cabinet. Oh well, live and learn.
~As for getting my little girl home, God will bring her home in His timing. Oh, that's a hard pill to swallow. I want to tuck her into her bed at night, pray with her, and kiss her sweet head. It's okay though, I know that God's got this. Even if I'm crying again tomorrow, and odds are I will be. Regardless of fixed elections, cholera, Baby Doc, or other hindrances, God's plan will be accomplished by His power alone. It's how we've gotten this far and I take comfort in that.
~When it comes to spending the night in the living room with 2 adults, 3 kids, 1 big hairy dog, and three rooms of furniture (4 counting the furniture already in the living room), it'll be crazy but short-lived and maybe fun. Honestly, I think God stayed quiet on this one, just like when I was growing up and would whine about something that just wasn't that big a deal and my Mom would give me that "really?" look. You know the look, head cocked to the side, one eyebrow up, hand on the hip. Had I been able to visibly see God, I'm pretty sure He would have had the "really?" look.
~The whole Brian getting home and leaving again thing... we'll deal with it. It'll be difficult, and I'll miss my friend, but it's part of the deal. Thinking we could be a little more realistic in the planning stages next time, but it'll be okay. When I feel the moment coming when I know I'm going to fall apart, I have to trust. Trust in God enough to know that He will bring me through the fire...
"I love you, God— you make me strong. God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight. My God—the high crag where I run for dear life, hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout. I sing to God, the Praise-Lofty, and find myself safe and saved."
~Psalm 18:1-3, The Message