Must make it...

We are as sick as dogs.  My darling Becca left and the next day we could barely crawl out of bed.  Or, I could barely crawl out of bed.  Trouble is, all these kids!  And my Superstar Husband returns tomorrow.

I didn't want to call anyone, for fear of contaminating them.  I prayed, instead.  When my friend from Germany showed up in my hallway, (just to check on us) I burst into tears. "What can I do?" she asked.  And proceeded to wash dishes and prepare dinner, read to cranky sick kids and sweep.

Today I am feeling... well, like a dishrag if a dishrag had sensitive skin, a bad cough, and a sore throat.  But Friend from Germany came over again, and did more reading, more washing dishes, and she chopped vegetables, although I was able to pull myself together enough to make soup.

I am very proud.  I like to have everything together.  I don't like to have people come over and find everything a mess and me out of it and everyone whiny and cranky.  Which is why I think I find myself in situations all the time where I have to ask for help.  It's more of God whittling away at my character.  What will I be when He is done?