I STAND CORRECTED

I don't think God tests us. That wouldn't be very Christian, right?

But sometimes I feel like He does. I mean, REALLY?

Here, let me throw this one at you and see how you react. Do you want to punch someone in the face now? No, no! Don't do that!

Tolerance. Patience. Understanding. Compassion.

*But I still want to punch someone in the face.

Maybe God actually calls this "learning."

My voice changed this January. I know that sounds odd but I listen to myself and a different voice comes out. Seriously. I sound...maybe a little older? A little more gravel-y? Not in a "I smoke a carton of Dorals a week" sort of way but in a "maybe I grew up a little" sort of way.

Which frustrates me even more when my concerns about pull-ups and potty training are not taken seriously at school. Am I inadequate? Simply because I am not married, traditional in your eyes? Because I am on financial assistance, am trying to do this the only way I know how and make the best decisions for my child?

I sat in the car and took a deep breath.

"He is so happy!" my police officer friend remarked about IV yesterday.

"Yes, yes he is" I responded.

I really hope and pray that what God wants from us is just to try. We can't always win. Sometimes we do want to punch someone in the face. Sometimes we want to yell at someone who is pulled too far into a crosswalk because, well, that's all we have that we CAN do. Sometimes the email hits "send" because there's nothing else that I can do.

Maybe there are just better things to worry about: where to put a clothesline in the backyard, what color chickens to buy, camping trips to the lake. Muffins.



Indeed.