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A Tough Day

My head has felt like mush, or at least, my thoughts have been slower than usual.

I noticed this when I took five new Saudi kids to school to register them in three different schools.  After four hours, I was getting all of their papers mixed up,  their names confused, and the Arabic writing was beginning to make me crazy.

This may sound normal, but I am usually pretty cool about these things, and can remain composed, but somehow it all just began to build up.  I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

In the meantime,  guests were arriving at home, painting, moving in and out, dogs were misbehaving, my hand kept oozing at the site of a skin cancer operation, and I kept hitting it making it bleed.

Husband was away, two refugee families were calling me in need and I felt like I didn’t have any more to give.

Unlike the “good ol days”, when I did this regularly, I just wanted to crawl into bed and go to sleep.

On top of this, I had to shop for a big dinner I was making the next day and organize more moving within my home.

Oh, and purchasing a futon frame, and cash checks since our money was running out. So much to do..this is one of the first times I’ve actually longed for my husband to come home so I can just fall on him in complete and utter dependence.

I found myself driving to appointments just calling out to God, “Help, I don’t have enough resources”. Not such a bad condition, if I could just stop the car and lean into Him.

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