Oh, January
Oh, January. You are so full of blah I can hardly stand you. You are the month of my husband's birth, so there is something redeeming about you, but mostly just blah. Gray skies, stuffy noses, fevers, laundry, school, and a big long stretch of nothing. Okay, there is also our new tradition of winning a college football national championship every year, and that's pretty enjoyable. But mostly, blah.
My head is very likely going to explode soon from sinus pressure and the theme of the last couple of weeks has been Stay at Home with Sick Kids. Now it is turning into Stay at Home with Sicky Mommy. So the year's off to a fun start. (Please know that I do realize I'm being very whiny and that I have much to be grateful for. I'm just trying to be dramatic. And maybe blow off a little steam.)
I've been praying and racking my little brain for this year's vision or title or theme, but I just can't see it or label it. Many things have swirled around in my little mind, but nothing has really stuck.
That could be due to the fact that my mind has been one of two things this past week:
1. About to explode. (See above.)
2. Floaty. Very floaty.
It seems the only option other than explosion is sinus medicine, which leaves me with a very bad case of Medicine Head.
And just one more jab at January: If you're going to be dreary and we're all going to be stuck at home, could you at least have the courtesy to be really cold so that I can drown my sorrows in a cup of coffee or hot apple cider all day? This morning, as I tried to enjoy my coffee while contemplating turning the a/c on, it took everything within me not to throw my cup and curse as sweat started to bead up on my forehead. That may have been a tad overdoing, thus the holding back.
I apparently have caught The Bug That Won't Let Go, no matter how many antibiotics or cold meds you take or how much disgusting stuff you cough up or how many nights you toss and turn or how much you beg God. Not. Letting. Go.
And so, today, I stayed home "to rest." I cancelled all my fun plans in an effort to recuperate once and for all. Funny thing, though. These kids, they still want snacks, and drinks, and decisions, and entertainment. I'll give Maddie credit. She shooed the boys away a few times, helped clean up the kitchen a little, and then brushed my hair. (I just like it, okay?) And Luke did once smother my arm with slobbery kisses, while saying, "I'm doing all these nice things to make you happy."
They tried.
So I'm thinking my focus for 2013 should be to find the key to less sinus pressure. It doesn't quite have the ring to it that The Year of Humility did, but it seems to be the only thing I can focus on these days.
While trying not to kill everyone who crosses my grumpy path, I've been doing some wrestling with the Lord. Not sure what that's about, other than my crummy attitude, but I'm thinking it has something to do with grace.
As in, I just can't accept that my relationship with him is based on grace and not my works. I know it in my noggin, but many days my thoughts and actions don't reflect it. I'm such a legalistic little gal.
But today is a great day to be thankful for grace...the undeserved favor of God...because I certainly don't deserve anyone's favor. I'm a mess, and I'm hoping February is a lot more fun than January.
And if it's not, I hope I figure out this sufficient grace and Christ's power in my weakness thing real quick. (See 2 Corinthians 12:9)
Oh, fine. I'll just paste it here.
9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10 For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
So there you go. A very uplifting moment courtesy of yours truly. And, for the record, I have tried numerous times to upload Christmas photos (due to very high demand...if one person counts as high), but Blogger is acting wonky. Maybe it has The Bug That Won't Let Go, too. Poor Blogger.
My head is very likely going to explode soon from sinus pressure and the theme of the last couple of weeks has been Stay at Home with Sick Kids. Now it is turning into Stay at Home with Sicky Mommy. So the year's off to a fun start. (Please know that I do realize I'm being very whiny and that I have much to be grateful for. I'm just trying to be dramatic. And maybe blow off a little steam.)
I've been praying and racking my little brain for this year's vision or title or theme, but I just can't see it or label it. Many things have swirled around in my little mind, but nothing has really stuck.
That could be due to the fact that my mind has been one of two things this past week:
1. About to explode. (See above.)
2. Floaty. Very floaty.
It seems the only option other than explosion is sinus medicine, which leaves me with a very bad case of Medicine Head.
And just one more jab at January: If you're going to be dreary and we're all going to be stuck at home, could you at least have the courtesy to be really cold so that I can drown my sorrows in a cup of coffee or hot apple cider all day? This morning, as I tried to enjoy my coffee while contemplating turning the a/c on, it took everything within me not to throw my cup and curse as sweat started to bead up on my forehead. That may have been a tad overdoing, thus the holding back.
I apparently have caught The Bug That Won't Let Go, no matter how many antibiotics or cold meds you take or how much disgusting stuff you cough up or how many nights you toss and turn or how much you beg God. Not. Letting. Go.
And so, today, I stayed home "to rest." I cancelled all my fun plans in an effort to recuperate once and for all. Funny thing, though. These kids, they still want snacks, and drinks, and decisions, and entertainment. I'll give Maddie credit. She shooed the boys away a few times, helped clean up the kitchen a little, and then brushed my hair. (I just like it, okay?) And Luke did once smother my arm with slobbery kisses, while saying, "I'm doing all these nice things to make you happy."
They tried.
So I'm thinking my focus for 2013 should be to find the key to less sinus pressure. It doesn't quite have the ring to it that The Year of Humility did, but it seems to be the only thing I can focus on these days.
While trying not to kill everyone who crosses my grumpy path, I've been doing some wrestling with the Lord. Not sure what that's about, other than my crummy attitude, but I'm thinking it has something to do with grace.
As in, I just can't accept that my relationship with him is based on grace and not my works. I know it in my noggin, but many days my thoughts and actions don't reflect it. I'm such a legalistic little gal.
But today is a great day to be thankful for grace...the undeserved favor of God...because I certainly don't deserve anyone's favor. I'm a mess, and I'm hoping February is a lot more fun than January.
And if it's not, I hope I figure out this sufficient grace and Christ's power in my weakness thing real quick. (See 2 Corinthians 12:9)
Oh, fine. I'll just paste it here.
9 But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 10 For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
So there you go. A very uplifting moment courtesy of yours truly. And, for the record, I have tried numerous times to upload Christmas photos (due to very high demand...if one person counts as high), but Blogger is acting wonky. Maybe it has The Bug That Won't Let Go, too. Poor Blogger.
Ditto to everything you wrote-except mine has been stomach issues instead of sinus pressure. So fun---not.
ReplyDeleteYesterday I was debating the AC also. And I reached for a Pepsi instead of coffee.
January is just blah-the perfect word.