Sunday evening we are sitting around home, just enjoying some relaxing and we get a call from a friend in St. Louis. He says, "why don't ya'll come on over tomorrow for the BBQ???"
So after much deliberation (maybe two minutes), we said, "sure!" No need to twist our arms around here. So we got up early Monday and headed to St. Louis.
What a great time! We were supposed to make it a one day trip. But alas, we were convinced to stay all night.
We ate good food, had good fun, got to see some good friends--no better way to spend the holiday. I needed those two days off, I really did.
So now we are back to reality and my to do list is screaming at me. I only have two days to get things done around here. Makiah has surgery on Friday, so Friday will be spent praying, worrying, then cuddling, and caring for my baby girl. I know praying and worrying in the same sentence just doesn't go together, but see I am convinced that I have a worrying gene and therefore it is unavoidable.
Just kidding. Kind of.
See, I realize that God doesn't want us worrying, but rather trusting in Him. My head gets that, but sometimes my heart fails to receive the transmission from my brain. So I pray and believe and then I worry just to make it complete. I know she'll be fine, but worrying just seems like the thing to do.
I don't have enough gray hair yet. Obviously I am trying to earn more.
Well, if I want to get anything checked off that to do list, I had best get started.
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I'll be praying that all goes well Friday. She'll be fine and this time next week it will all be a distant memory!
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