How does one classify a day?
Was this a good day?
Was this a rough day?
It was definitely a challenging day. We are exhausted; at the end of our ropes, it would seem. I staggered into the room this morning discouraged and so very, very tired.
And the morning was a challenge.
Loud family conferences in Spanish across the curtain. The psychiatrist did a psych eval on our roommate, knowing that we were in the same room. It was loud.
And then the jackhammers. Yes, Really. Some sort of construction is going on that involves jackhammers.
it doesn’t seem very conducive to healing and i said as much…
And then the afternoon seemed to calm. I know all of the prayers going up and the Lord blessed us with a few hours of peace.
Her afternoon sessions went well, but she was exhausted. Anxiety, neurological damage, nausea and jackhammers don’t make the greatest mix.
I was eating dinner with my wife and said, “A rough day.”
She said, “Yes. But a different rough than yesterday…”
I prayed with them, and said goodnight. I sleep in an RV down the street. I gathered my things and put on my back-pack.
“Papa?” She said.
“Yes, my sweet one…” I said.
She got tears in her eyes. “I love you so, so, so much,”
Then I got tears.
I stretched out my hands. “This much?”
She said, “Much, much more…”
All in all, I think that makes it a pretty good day.
When the rope is at the end, God delights in giving you more. When you have no more strength, Jesus gives what you need.
When your soul is dry and dusty as a desert, the Holy Spirit refreshes with cool, clean water.
It has something to do with eagles, but that will wait until next time.
I think that makes it a pretty good day.
Thanks for the prayers, friends.