Have been a bit frustrated at the slowness of my husband's current clients to return messages. All they've got to do is respond. Man. But FINALLY today he heard from one designer he's working for, and another individual who has promised a deposit. I think folks are too busy. We're swamped with such trivialities and it seems to sap our time. Least that's what I think.
The thing is, we're not living on love here, and do have to buy groceries from time to time. I can be creative to a certain degree, but there comes a time when 8 kids just gotta eat. Got teary late yesterday, not wanting to ask one of the kids for a loan, but not seeing a way out. Told Gary that it was simple to feed one or two of them, but when it's multiples, it's darn hard. Our oldest son laughs when I tell the story of when he was the only child and he and I had homemade onion rings for lunch. That's all there was. The funny thing is that he hates onions to this day. Have to wonder if there's a connection. Anyway, I scratched my head last night and tried to make sense of half a loaf of bread and lots of partial bags of dried beans, knowing that that wouldn't do for breakfast. (insert laugh)
Then, on the way home from Bible study, just after this conversation, oldest daughter called and said they were making a stop at the grocery. What did we need? Toilet paper, bread, and some milk. That got us over the hump.
The heart-breaker, though, is what happened this morning. As I was climbing out of bed, I just prayed, "Help." Then went into the kitchen, filled the tea kettle, and saw the same daughter's checks that needed to be deposited into the bank. She'd set aside one for me to use for groceries for the weekend. God is so cool. And He did a wonderful thing when He blessed us with this incredibly generous girl. Not so sure I'd do the same thing if our places were switched. Shoot, I know I'd never have been so giving when I was her age. I had tunnel-vision big time. But, am so grateful that she's paying attention. All is well.
...........and Emily, you blew me away with your comment. Had never heard of the poem you mentioned, but read it and talk about shock. Thank you for the honor of your words. You made me blush.
The thing is, we're not living on love here, and do have to buy groceries from time to time. I can be creative to a certain degree, but there comes a time when 8 kids just gotta eat. Got teary late yesterday, not wanting to ask one of the kids for a loan, but not seeing a way out. Told Gary that it was simple to feed one or two of them, but when it's multiples, it's darn hard. Our oldest son laughs when I tell the story of when he was the only child and he and I had homemade onion rings for lunch. That's all there was. The funny thing is that he hates onions to this day. Have to wonder if there's a connection. Anyway, I scratched my head last night and tried to make sense of half a loaf of bread and lots of partial bags of dried beans, knowing that that wouldn't do for breakfast. (insert laugh)
Then, on the way home from Bible study, just after this conversation, oldest daughter called and said they were making a stop at the grocery. What did we need? Toilet paper, bread, and some milk. That got us over the hump.
The heart-breaker, though, is what happened this morning. As I was climbing out of bed, I just prayed, "Help." Then went into the kitchen, filled the tea kettle, and saw the same daughter's checks that needed to be deposited into the bank. She'd set aside one for me to use for groceries for the weekend. God is so cool. And He did a wonderful thing when He blessed us with this incredibly generous girl. Not so sure I'd do the same thing if our places were switched. Shoot, I know I'd never have been so giving when I was her age. I had tunnel-vision big time. But, am so grateful that she's paying attention. All is well.
...........and Emily, you blew me away with your comment. Had never heard of the poem you mentioned, but read it and talk about shock. Thank you for the honor of your words. You made me blush.
