This is the case of the chewed shoe. I really don't have a whole lot of words for what today was, so let me show you these photos. Let me just say, these are my favorite dress flats. Since the car accident I can't wear heels, so cute dress flats are important. Sadly, these are no more.
The ruffles in front chewed.
The strap completely chewed off and most of the inside pulled out.
See, Ellie, the dog we adopted at GAIN has a closet chewing problem. For the most part we had it under control with a GIANT sized bone and her rope. However, since Aaron left her neuroticism has been, well, at an exceptional level. I'm not sure WHERE she found this shoe, or how she got it without me seeing her, but she did. She was snuggled in a blanket and every time I walked past she must have hid it. But, I looked over at just the right time to see it between her paws, her gnawing frantically at it. When she caught me looking at her she got IMMEDIATELY guilty and ran straight to her kennel and closed the door with her foot. Smart dog.
There wasn't much I could do but shake my head. It was a perfect representation of my day. And really I didn't have energy to do anything else about it. A pregnant mama with a hernia who has the flu and can't keep anything down, doesn't make for much of a useful mama on any front. On top of that today we have a clogged toilet, a payment that the military somehow never got to our landlord {even though it shows on our paystub it did}, and a number of other things. But, what are you going to do?
I have three healthy kids {so grateful for that after yesterday}, a roof over our head and food on our table. I am trying to remind myself that worrying does no good. It is not mine. It is God's. What more can I do than give it to him? And ultimately what does a chewed shoe, or a clogged toilet matter? It doesn't. But somehow I let it overwhelm me. I let it get to me.
Matthew 6:25-27, 33-34 says:
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
So tonight my prayer is this: That I will not worry about tomorrow. That I will trust in God's provisions. That I will remember all He has done. That I will give the control over to him. It is not my own.
So, sorry there are no photos of the kids today. I couldn't muster the energy to pull my camera out. Perhaps tomorrow. But today, today I bid you ado. Bring on tomorrow, because His mercies are NEW every morning.
See, Ellie, the dog we adopted at GAIN has a closet chewing problem. For the most part we had it under control with a GIANT sized bone and her rope. However, since Aaron left her neuroticism has been, well, at an exceptional level. I'm not sure WHERE she found this shoe, or how she got it without me seeing her, but she did. She was snuggled in a blanket and every time I walked past she must have hid it. But, I looked over at just the right time to see it between her paws, her gnawing frantically at it. When she caught me looking at her she got IMMEDIATELY guilty and ran straight to her kennel and closed the door with her foot. Smart dog.
There wasn't much I could do but shake my head. It was a perfect representation of my day. And really I didn't have energy to do anything else about it. A pregnant mama with a hernia who has the flu and can't keep anything down, doesn't make for much of a useful mama on any front. On top of that today we have a clogged toilet, a payment that the military somehow never got to our landlord {even though it shows on our paystub it did}, and a number of other things. But, what are you going to do?
I have three healthy kids {so grateful for that after yesterday}, a roof over our head and food on our table. I am trying to remind myself that worrying does no good. It is not mine. It is God's. What more can I do than give it to him? And ultimately what does a chewed shoe, or a clogged toilet matter? It doesn't. But somehow I let it overwhelm me. I let it get to me.
Matthew 6:25-27, 33-34 says:
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 26 Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27 Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?
33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
So tonight my prayer is this: That I will not worry about tomorrow. That I will trust in God's provisions. That I will remember all He has done. That I will give the control over to him. It is not my own.
So, sorry there are no photos of the kids today. I couldn't muster the energy to pull my camera out. Perhaps tomorrow. But today, today I bid you ado. Bring on tomorrow, because His mercies are NEW every morning.
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