I promise to stop being too serious in future posts, but I have to get this one out today...just one more :-)
Each morning I get inspirational Bible verses emailed to me through a program I'm on. And today's it was this:
Give all your worries and cares to God, for He cares about you.
~ 1 Peter 5:7
Ironic, especially considering what I wrote yesterday.
Right now T and I have a lot of personal and work stuff going on, and it's weighing both of us down a great deal. And despite my post yesterday, I continue to fret and let everything weigh me down even more. It was almost as if God was reminding me - "Hey, stop it! Practice what you preach, lady!"
SO...okay, okay, I get the point. I need to stop worrying. One way or another it will work out just the way it is meant to be. I just wish 1) things would happen on my schedule (ha, I know, not gonna happen) and 2) it didn't suck so much in the process of waiting for something to happen. I wrote in my journal yesterday that I just needed something, just some kind of sign yesterday that things were going to get better. I'm looking for that sign, but who knows, I may have already gotten it? Maybe it was in the form of the Applebee's cooks screwing up our lunch yesterday and getting our lunch completely free. Maybe it was that? Not sure if God works through Applebee's, though.
So for those of you are spiritual and pray, please say a little one. Because it's not really for me, but for T. I want things to get better for him more than anything in the world. Because he's the one person who I think deserves something great to happen to him. Aside from me and Aubrey, of course. Because, let's face it, we're the best damn thing that has happened to him. But in addition to that. He deserves a break, just this once. I'd be willing to deal with my stressors just a little longer if it meant he could have some relief. In fact, I'm totally cool with that. I can handle it. I'm strong, like a mule. And stubborn like one, too. In my Love Dare the other day it talked about spirituality in marriage and how sometimes one spouse carries the other and prays for the other, albeit not easy. And I feel like last year, T did that for me in spades. So this time it is my turn. So bring it on.
Anyway, that's enough deep stuff for today...
The Hoosier are in the Sweet 16, people! Why, oh why, do they have to play the game at 9:45 p.m., though? This narcoleptic Nancy has a hard enough time staying awake past 10:00 p.m. I need to cheer on my Hoosiers.
Speaking of Hoosiers, Aubrey and I did have a battle of the wills last Friday. I came home early with her to watch the Hoosiers play at 4:00-ish. I turned on the TV, and she assumed I would be turning on Sesame Street. So a tantrum soon followed. But I didn't back down. (Stubborn, the both of us are). She cried, and I continued to watch my Hoosiers. Sorry, kid, but March Madness trumps Cookie Monster. And cry all you want, I prefer to watch the game without the sound anyway. So I kept the game on until the end, and yes, I did turn on a Sesame after the two hour game was over. But I like to think I won.
Okay, time to end the serious, rambling post. But go Hoosiers! Kick some Syracuse butt!