I had thought that things were getting better. We could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. After 10 days of being trapped in the house, the chickenpox were starting to heal, and we could finally think about getting out of here.
And then, it happened.
I ran to the dollar store yesterday to grab some bread and tuna fish. While I was there, I grabbed one of those little wading pools. I figured if the kids were stuck at home, I could make it a little more fun by putting the little pool on the deck.
Zander went to put on his swim trunks. All of a sudden, I heard him yell, “Awwww…. Man!”
I asked what was wrong, and he came down and showed me: Dozens of new chickenpox spots all over his legs.
I am so discouraged. I feel like Satan is attacking at every turn. All I want is to get back to normal – church, friends, even just taking the kids and going to the park for a few minutes sounds like absolute heaven.
I know things could be so much worse. I am aware of that. I guess I’m just taking another day to wallow in self-pity.
I seem to be doing that so much lately.
God cannot be pleased with the way I am handling this entire ordeal. Maybe that’s why it’s continuing to go on. Maybe He wants me to learn patience and to let go and lean on Him.
I need some grown-up conversation here, so tell me: When you get down and discouraged, what comforts you?
I can’t wait to hear your answers!