This is not my typical humor filled rant recounting my day. This is serious. But I figure you all, my maybe now 60 something readers can stomach it. Yes, I’m going to talk about God. Sometimes what we see as a monumental failure, a huge deviation from our plans, a massively unfair blow, is really a blessing in disguise.
When I lost/quit/was run out of my job last year, I was struck by God’s direct hand in my life. I had asked Him for direction, where should I be, at home or at school? Because I love(d) both of those places, but I felt like I couldn’t do either of them as well as I should. His answer was beyond direct, both in the impossibility of what I was being offered/asked to do at work and in the realization that my daughter was on the way.
I realized today that it goes beyond that. When the speech therapist was at our house, it dawned on me that even if I had come to some agreement and kept working, I would be quitting now. Circus Boy #3 had services at the house 3 days this week (one was a make up day). These are services in which I need to be able to participate. The speech therapist believes it is childhood apraxia as we thought, and its going to take our attention, focus and love to get him over this little hump. I couldn’t do that if I was working. Not well. And you know, there’s a silver lining to his delay, too. It is giving me a reason to get down on the floor and play with all of them more often, instead of laundry, dishes, etc. That’s a good thing. Makes me a better mom.
God is good.