Being so tired you don’t even want to brush your teeth is probably a good indicator not to write anything publicly. But since I’m trying to stay in the habit of writing, I’m writing.
It was a go from my school, to my kids’ school to the asthma and allergy doctor, to the Chic-fil-A drive thru, to the house to change into baseball gear, to the baseball field for back to back baseball practices day. Whew. I’m pooped.
Not a surprise, I managed to forget the picture envelopes for the parent’s on my oldest’s team. Our pictures are Saturday and since the head coach (my other half) won’t be there, I’ll be expected to be directing the show. Well not really. The assistant coach will be there and he’s been doing a pretty good job of fill-in head coach. Nevertheless I feel responsible as a representative of the head coach to have my stuff together. Tonight I didn’t. I did get the snack schedule out though.
This is not the way I like to do life. I like life on a long-walk pace. When the day is jam packed and I find myself irritated at any extra noise I just look up. And thank God for treasures like sleep. I’m glad we get to rest. I read somewhere that sleeping is like a daily dying. We die to today. We wake up to new mercies.
Ryland got poked 72 times on his back today at the asthma and allergy doctor. He took it like a champ even with tears streaming down his face. Turns out he’s allergic to the cat he loves, the molds that (according to the doctor) blow into our valley with every monsoon season, palo verde trees, and every grass imaginable. Starting tonight he has a nasal inhaler, a twice daily asthma preventative inhaler, a daily antihistamine, eye drops and a daily nasal wash.
That’s all I’ve got. Oh, and this:
As for me, I am poor and needy, but the Lord takes thought for me. You are my help and my deliverer; do not delay, O my God!- Psalm 40:17