Maybe it’s my wacky sense of humour. Maybe they should have worded it better. I’m not sure. But who really cares? Gets me every time.
Things round here have been, well…stressed – to put it mildly.
My stepson has been here now for a little under a week. I know there has to be a ‘settling in’ phase. I know that whatever I’m feeling, he no doubt, feels ten times more. I can’t say I’m a fan of this. Kind of stinks sometimes.
Little things, that shouldn't feel big, do. Like the way he seemingly has no table manners -or at least, not the ones we wish he had. Like the way he unknowingly uses words and phrases that don't belong here. Like discovering his hair in my brush (what the?!). We said we’d love this kid where he was at. And we are. And we do. When he’s around.
Last night in whispered tones I confessed to my man, how I was really feeling. That even though it felt silly, the truth is I am struggling.
We said we would buy him stuff he needed. Knowing full well that there would likely be quite the list. And there has been. The budget has suffered quite a beating. I’m tired and I physically ache. I just want to take a break. Spend some money on a meal out and maybe some entertainment for the kids. Run away and forget the real world for a while. But we must eat and there is no money left for fun.
I lay in bed last night and cried. Let the stress out.
This morning he rang the bank. Or rather the computer system there. We needed to be sure of where the funds were at so we could spend them wisely. He gets a silly grin on his face. Puts the phone to my ear. It says we have enough. More than we were expecting. Far more… The automated voice asks if I’d like to hear it again. I pushed the button. Yes please!
Turns out we qualified for a payment we were blissfully ignorant of. And there it is. God knew. And God supplied.
Now, I can unfold and refresh!
Matthew 11:28 If you are tired from carrying heavy burdens,
come to me and I will give you rest.