Lately, I have had the yard work blues. With Spring, grows an abundance of weeds. Dandelions are taking over my yard! To make things worse, my handy dandy, never ever breaks 10 year old snapper, decided to have issues. Then, I got my brand new zero turn mower stuck in the ditch right next to the road. Not wanting to get embarrassed and attract any attention with the passing cars, I ran back up to the house to call my brother-in-law. (I know he must wish he can just push ignore when I call) He came out and picked up the front and had it out in less than a minute. I felt totally frustrated and helpless. My two hour normal yard work took all day. I just wanted to give up, go inside, and sit in my recliner and eat some chocolate. I also seriously thought about buying some goats.
After about a week of a sorry attitude, God got my attention. I had begun to fell sorry for myself and this endless situation I am in. I miss Phil and having someone to count on and ask questions. After almost 15 months I thought I would have things down. I am the hardest on myself. I pick apart my lack of knowledge and make myself feel down about my disorganized self. All of the sudden I realized that I was disorganized before Phil passed. Instead of counting on a husband, I must start counting on my Lord and Savior. I find that when I have a problem I cannot figure out, He always sends the answer. I am concentrating on the happiness my children bring me. This past Sunday, both kids were baptized. The best part was that Phil was able to lead them to the Lord. I feel so blessed to know he was able to hear their sweet prayers asking Jesus to come into their hearts.
"For your husband is your Maker, Whose name is the Lord of hosts; And your Redeemer is the Holy One of Israel, Who is called the God of all the earth." Isaiah 54:5
