Have you ever had one of those weekends that you look forward to for a month or more? You have such big plans of all the fun and family time you are going to have. Nothing big like a beach trip but just some time spend together relaxing. Well this past weekend was suppose to that weekend at my house. Both of my grown kids would be spending the whole weekend with us, Friday night would be dinner with friends and Sunday we would celebrate my birthday. As a momma I could not have been more excited.
Several weeks ago we had some thunderstorms with strong straight line winds that wiped out all of the pine trees in our yard. My hubby had spend every evening cutting up the downed tree to clean up the mess. Normally my father-in-law would be right by Mike's side in watch and make sure he didn't get hurt but this one night I decided to be the watchman. With each cut of the chainsaw a cloud of pollen was released in the air over our heads. I didn't think much of it until we got closer and closer to the weekend. I began to feel every particle of pollen settled in my sinus. I woke up on Wednesday with itchy swollen eyes, stuffy nose, a little cough and major headache. Thursday was worse but I was determined not to let it ruin my weekend so I went on to work and even to dinner Friday night. Saturday proved to be the end of my plans. I spent most the day in bed both Saturday and Sunday.
I have to admit that I was a little upset that things did not work out as I planned but once again God taught me that He knew best. See, as I laid in bed I was able to spend some time helping my daughter search the internet for information she need for a research paper. That may not have been the most exciting thing either one of us would have planned but I can't tell you how much it meant to me. Since she turned 20 and is off at school, I have struggled to find where our relationship is. To have her ask for my help (and accept my instructions) lets me know that she does still need her momma some.
|This is them being silly|
Then Sunday after Samantha left to go back to school, Anthony sat on the edge of my bed and we got to spend a while talking about things. I am so proud to see how much they have grow. Not much give a mother more peace than to know her children walk
with the Lord.
So although the weekend did not go as I had planned, looking back I the only thing I would change would be to have had some softer tissue for my nose.