We had a really exciting and fun weekend. As you know, the weekend was one full of anticipation for the birth of my sweet new nephew, Joshua Abel Brown. The boss and I also had a much needed, long awaited overnight break from our three rascally kiddo's. We visited with brother Jonathan and new sister Lisa for a bit, went to dinner with some of our favorite friends, Gorg and Mindy(who had a break from their 7 kids), went to an art auction with them and cousins Aaron and Teresa, drank wine, viewed some incredible art that we couldn't afford to buy(but one of MY prints sold at the auction, thank you, thank you). The evening was magical in a way. We haven't had an overnight sitter for all 3 kids since last September and I will just say...we soaked up every second right down to walking into church for Mass yesterday morning frazzle free, holding each others hand instead of a childs' hand as we walked across the parking lot. Joshua's birth yesterday afternoon was just icing on the cake. It was a wonderful weekend, to say the least.
But...Monday hit us hard as the mist from our fantastic weekend lifted and we were faced with all of the stress and anxiety that we had casually left at the backdoor on Friday afternoon. Last weekend of the month, exceptionally poor, stuff that needs to be done, house that needs to be cleaned, pictures that need to be finished and shipped, inboxes full of messages that need to be replied to, groceries that need to be bought and did I mention how poor we are?
I really hate day like this. I find myself wallowing in self pity, feeling bitter and jealous of others, beating myself up for not putting away for a rainy day, feeling guilty for always making fun of the boss for being a penny pincher and wishing I would have taken notes instead of poking fun at him. Searching for peace and guidance, I turn to my bible. I closed my eyes, opened it somewhat in the middle in the middle, putting my finger on a verse and read Proverbs 12:1 which reads "He who loves correction loves knowledge; but he who hates reproof is stupid" uhhh...gee.. thanks, God.
You know, I really didn't want to feel more stupid, so I turn to....google. I am almost certain I heard him laughing at me at this point, but I cannot be sure. What I was reminded of was a verse that I used to read to myself a lot when I was struggling to get pregnant after we lost Mac.
"Have no anxiety about anything at all, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, make your requests known to God. Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus" Phillipians 4:6-7
I have pretty much have nothing to complain about. I have a wonderful life. I have the best husband in the world, 3 beautiful, healthy children, a lovely home that keeps us safe and dry and comfortable all year long. We have lots of amazing and precious friends, a helpful and loving family on both sides, and we know that no matter how "poor" we get, we will never go hungry. It's easy to lose sight of how blessed and fortunate you really are. We are so blessed, so fortunate, and so happy.