Tuesday
Jun162009
Must make it...
June 16, 2009
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?
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?

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Reader Comments (15)
even more beautiful than you already are!!!
I hear you Rae. I like to be the Friend who comes to the rescue, not the one who needs rescuing. We'll be whittled together then- or "pruned" as I like to think of it. Snip-snip-snip!!! Still learning to love the delicious pain of pruning here too.
hope you all are feeling better soon (((rae))). it's so hard to be mama and sick. especially with 4 babes.
You will be a new creation. You will be unrecognizable to those who knew you long ago. You will be more like Him.
Amen Darlene! You ARE beautiful! Heal soon!
Superstar Wife, in my humble opinion.
You, like all carefully whittled wood, will be more flexible, thinner, less covered in bark, and of course its possible you'll be able to make music if the wind is right.
Wow, I'm so sorry you've been so sick. Isn't it amazing what prayer can do? Sometimes we use it as a last resort, when it should be the first thing we do. I'm really guilty of that.
Darling Becca has arrived, sleeping on the couch now, but hail and hardy! She misses you guys too! Not only whittling, but refiner's fire I am sure. We'll be like Him for we shall see Him as He is.
Talk to you soon,
if asking for help when we're sick and alone with kids were easy... well, we'd have more help when we're sick and alone with kids. it seems ridiculous when you look at it, but asking for help is hard.
How about we pray too? love you.
Praying for you Rae.
Your blog is a thing of wonderful encouragement to me. Your writing is honest, beautiful, refreshing. True stuff about life and babies and God and being faithful each day. Thank you for taking the time. I love the pictures that you post, too. :-)
You'll be gem! In your weakness His strength is shining forth in you...you are a blessing to us. I wish you were not so sick and hope you and the children are A1 soon..pronto..now. God bless.
So cool. Don't know if you prayed for healing, but you received a people. Sounds just like Dad! Bless you, yours and your health.
Part of ministry is to allow others to minister to us... very hard to do. It is kind of like the story of the Good Samaritan, sometimes we are the Samaritan and sometimes we must be the broken and beaten laying in the street.
You are a wonderful gift from God to those around you - God Bless - and I hope you are feeling better :o)
hope you're feeling better soon. i have a hard time admitting defeat or that i need help too. thank Gd for good friends. :)
~Tara