The times, they are stressful.
Last week, my husband was out of town. Not a big deal, except that Kristen had constant pain from her dental visit. This worried me because she held her jaw, acted extremely grumpy (code for she screamed and yelled), and told me she felt fine (code for it really hurts a lot but Iâ€™m sure not telling you because you wonâ€™t let me do anything). Disseminating truth was difficult.
So, Iâ€™m glad this week is better (code for Hallelujah, thank you Jesus!).
Last week was one for the books â€“ but weâ€™re still around, and after a second visit to the dentist, Kristen is fine (code for great!).
Our motto has always been, â€œYou do what you gotta do.â€ Thatâ€™s a â€œtrue-grit Texanâ€ kind of motto thatâ€™s inspired us to do the hard stuff that comes with special needs parenting.
But this week, I had to dig deeper. Mottos like that might get me headed in the right direction, but as far as keeping me going, I need Jesus.
So I remembered my prayer journal.
For the past few months, I’ve turned my prayer journal into something more. Instead of just prayers, I’ve been writing how thankful I am for God. My focus is on Him, not what He can do for me.
â€œLord, you are faithful. You are loving and wise. You are just. You are righteous and perfect in all your ways. You are the comforter, the judge, the mediator, the listener, the righteous ruler. You are ever faithful, never abandoning us.â€ (excerpt from my 9/26 journal entry)
When I was too stressed to murmur Bible verses, I thanked God for His attributes. As I spoke them, I felt my shoulders relax. Kristen stopped yelling and started listening. It was as if God was spreading balm onÂ our spirits by taking our eyes off our circumstances. Talking about the character of God was healing. It took our thoughts to a higher level.
Even though our situation hadn’t changed, our mindset had. We were calm.
Who wouldâ€™ve thought a few lines in a journal could change the day.