I haven’t written in awhile. Amidst the end-of-summer craziness and back to school hubbub, I just haven’t really had anything worth writing about or the time to write it.
But, miracle of miracles; my kids are all in school. At this moment it’s just me, my dog, and a coconut mocha.
It’s a true miracle that Gabe is in school. Yesterday he felt good enough that we decided it was the day. His backpack had been packed weeks earlier. He was scared but I coached him on what to say if anyone asked what was wrong with his skin. I said if he started crashing at school to tell his teacher and I would come pick him up immediately.
I dropped him off and got tears in my eyes. He hasn’t been able to go to school since last February. He’s come so far and there were days we felt like we would never get here.
He had a good day and was optimistic going back again today.
I had posted about it on facebook when a facebook friend commented, “GIVE GOD THE PRAISE!!!”.
I know she meant well but I felt an unexpected pang of irritation and anger.
A couple weeks ago I had been worshipping in my car and God had revealed to me the nature of the thing I’ve been battling for months, or even longer…
My trust in his goodness towards me has been seriously wounded and it was shaky to begin with.
There’s been so many hard things, so many painful things…and then this? Even coming out (hopefully) on the other side of the worst of it…my soul has been so traumatized by witnessing suffering that no parent should have to see.
Sobs in the night. Wounds that won’t heal A true sense of hopelessness.
I know God is there, has been there. But, it’s complicated. I’m hesitant to speak to anyone about my feelings because I just can’t handle getting chastised or beaten over the head with platitudes.
I know what’s blocking my growth is my lack of submission to God. But how can you submit when you can’t trust?
I’m still working things out. I still believe. I still listen.
This is just where I’m at and I have to give myself permission to be ok with that.