I am sitting here after church on a Sunday night and I am tired. I have been working very hard for over a month now with the move and getting packed and then unpacked and settled. I'm hoping by the end of this week I will have EVERYTHING put in its place. I'm very excited about the future here in Cairo. The people seem very nice and caring. It is a wonderfully, blessed change. I think about our past churches often. It seems like a lot has changed since I married J.R. in 2006. We have been through ups and downs, we have been at three different churches, we have had our first child, lived through a tornado, owned 6 vehicles (ha) and moved twice. What a life! I've seen friends come and I have seen them go. It never gets any easier to be the best friend you can be to someone and never get those results in return. Isn't so wonderful to know that even when you give to a relationship and get no results, it isn't the same with God. He is always there. ALWAYS. He always has time for you. He doesn't make plans and then change them on you. He doesn't ignore you. He is my best friend. Some days I feel He is my only friend and I am ok with that. I've learned to trust in Him so much more since having Addison. I don't know why being a mother brought me that much closer to God, but I am so happy it did.
I read a blog today of a girl who had trouble getting pregnant. I could feel her pain as I read. She is someone I know, but never knew what she went through to get where she is now. Sometimes we think saying things out loud will make others look down on us or feel sorry for us. I wish we could all be open like the Lord is to us. Couldn't we all just sit and listen with an open heart and a shoulder like we claim we have. Instead when someone calls in need of a friend we get ill cause it isn't convient for us or we ignore the person all together. I try my best not to treat others this way and I pray that I never do. If I do, I hope others will call me on it. I feel Christ wouldn't want us to treat each other the way we do. J.R. and I were laying in bed last night and talking about Addison being 18 years old and still sleeping in the bed with us and wanting to be toted. It is funny to talk about these things, but in all reality I wonder if I will even see him to grow to be 18 yrs. old. The world is so awful and each day it gets worse and worse and I just can't see God putting up with it much longer.
When will we all really love each other? I mean REALLY love? It is the question I have on my heart tonight, what about you?
