This post goes back to some of the feeling I was having the week that I wrote this post.
After I wrote that post, I was talking to Mom on the phone and was finally able to put it into words just what I was really feeling. Besides being discouraged.
I felt Out Of Control.
I've always considered myself to be a pretty together person, who could handle whatever came my way.
Apparently having children has changed that for me because I've never felt more Out Of Control in my whole life.
I look around my messy, dirty, cluttered house and I feel...out of control.
I see my daughter deliberately disobey me and I feel...out of control.
I look at the number on the bathroom scale and I feel...out of control.
I look at my husband and all the ways I'm not being a better wife and I feel...out of control.
I could go on and on about all the things I feel are out of control, but I think you get the drift.
I've been spending a lot of time in prayer the past few weeks. Something I'm ashamed to admit, I haven't done a lot of lately. And I'm sure that's why I feel the way I do.
So, here's to praying without ceasing and letting God have control of my life, because honestly, it was never in my control anyway. I just felt like I had a better handle on things than I do now.
Thank you to all my family and friends that I know are praying for me too, please don't stop!