I'm not letting Max go upstairs - hah, the poor guy couldn't make it upstairs. So, he is sleeping on the couch this week. Last night I wasn't comfortable leaving him alone, so I tried to nest in the living room. The air mattress (notice that was air mattress, not air bed) was as uncomfortable as it could possibly be for a 47 year old lady with bad knees. Then, I tried the wing chair with the ottoman extended. And I slept ... for about 3 hours. Whew.
I got another nap on the chair this afternoon. But, late morning was great. Max decided he was a little claustrophobic and didn't want to be on the couch any longer. So, up he got ... and we got him all cleaned up, teeth brushed, hair washed and he's more comfortable getting up and down. Whew! Independence is approaching!
So ... my day has been a lot of 'not much'. I did some cooking, I'm pretty much at Max's beck and call and I've taken a nap. Hmmm ... fairly profound! (hehe) And it's been wonderful. I have lots I could be doing, but you know what? There is nothing I have to do.
I continue to be so thankful for a God who loves me and cares for me even when I'm stressed out. Last week at the Ash Wednesday service, Dr. Delp taught about a friendship with God. Sometimes it involves complaining at God (read Psalm 44 - David complains!). Sometimes it involves yelling at God. He quoted Joni Eareckson Tada who said she would rather be yelling at God than walking away from Him. That's exactly how I feel about God! I have stood in my office and yelled at God, just furious at the way I felt I was being treated. I've thrown tantrums before Him, everything I do with my family. I don't generally let my friends see that bad behavior, it would embarrass me
So, when things fall apart, I may panic and worry and stress and cry and whine, but I always know that I am in those great big hands of my Father. Even though it seems painful at the time, God will care for me through it. God is good ... all the time. All the time, God is good.