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God is good…all the time!

Whenever I say "God is good" and someone then replies "all the time" I feel so guilty. I always feel like they think I forgot that He's good all the time. I have noticed lately that people don't say "God is good" when they are going through trials. It's not usually until the trial is over and they can see how God intervened that they seem to then notice His goodness. By the way, when I say "they" I mean "me".

The last six weeks have been probably the hardest six weeks of my life…ever. Maybe I feel this way because I'm still in the midst of a trial, but I don't think so. It all started with my broken ankle. After falling down the steps and looking at my foot, which was now pointed at 3 O'clock, I instantly started to chew God out. "Lord, you know I have too much going on in my life to not be able to walk. What in the world are you thinking?!?!?" If I knew at that point what else would happen in the next few weeks I would have thought the ankle thing was no big deal.

A week later my husband and I were attempting to help our daughter get some much needed sleep. She has had problems sleeping for years. She would get around 2-3 hours of sleep a night. So my hubby took her to the doctor and he prescribed some medications she had used before that worked. Within 3 days she was showing some very strange symptoms. She stuttered severely, shook all the time, had mouth ticks, dropped almost everything she picked up, and fell A LOT. So we immediately stopped the meds. A week later, after a visit to the ER and another visit to the doctor, she could no longer talk but for a few words, she couldn't read or write, and fell down the steps numerous times. Her sleep was even less. She was terrified of everything at night. My hubby had to start sleeping downstairs on the couch for her to feel safe.

Two more visits to the ER and a eight day stay in the hospital (without the doctors really figuring anything out) and here we are a month later. All the symptoms are the same. She also is dealing with the flu and some sort of staph infection that is spreading across her body. She is in immense pain. The wonderful thing about Phebe is she never complains. I keep telling her if it was me I would be curled up in a ball in the corner crying and no one would be able to console me. She's now too sick to help around the house, but everyday with tears in her eyes she asks, through her own sign language, if there's anything she can do to help. One of the hardest things in life is watching your child suffer. I pushed aside the thought that God had to watch His son suffer on the cross for MY sin.

Last week I was getting so upset with the Lord for allowing all this garbage in our lives. My hubby works two jobs so he's gone all evening a few nights a week. Phebe, of course, can't hold babies and I can't walk so that leaves Abner to take care of our 5 month old along with a 6 month old that I watch 2 days a week. I could not do it without Abner. The great thing about him is he makes everything fun. The babies adore him and brighten the second he walks into the room. Instead of being thankful for my son and being thankful that my husband works from home during the day and being thankful that my arm wasn't broke so I can at least fix meals and hold the babies I grumbled.

Sunday was Easter Sunday and the choir sang a new song I had never heard before called, "Settled at the Cross". Boy, did that song open my eyes.

"So if you never speak another word of blessing,
And the silence leaves me with a sense of loss.
I'll remember if my heart begins to question
Any doubt that you love me was settled at the cross."

I realized after hearing this song that I had been thinking and believing that I was entitled to some sort of blessing from the Lord. I had forgotten that I am already blessed beyond measure. I get to spend eternity with Christ and my hubby and my children in a perfect Heaven because of God's goodness.

Trials are not very joyous, but I have learned in the last 6 weeks that God is good…ALL THE TIME! May He forgive me for taking his goodness for granted, and may someone see His goodness in how we (I mean "I") respond to trials.

Outside my window…the sun has set and the moon is trying to show itself through the clouds.

I am thinking…it’s amazing how God has blessed me with such amazing friends.

I am thankful...that even though we go through difficult times we are always in the center of God’s unfailing love. I'm also thankful for my friend's daughter who is coming tomorrow to stay for the week to help us out.

From the kitchen...was a wonderful meal prepared by the one and only Abner Snyder…corndogs and french fries. Delish. ;O)

I am wearing...a walking cast even though I’m still not able to bear weight on my ankle for at least 4 more weeks.

I am remembering...how I once took for granted the full range of motion in my ankles. However, I no longer take that for granted.

I am going...to yet another doctor’s appointment tomorrow. This time it’s for one of the kidlets though.

I am reading…or attempting to read...my daughter’s mind.

I am praying…for wisdom and right choices.

On my mind…sufferings of family members.

I am hearing...Phebe get a snack from the kitchen, Abner talking to Asher and acting quite silly to boot, the hum of my laptop, and the tick-tock of the clock.

Around the house...there is no evidence at all that I did spring cleaning just a few weeks ago.

Noticing that….people love to help, but I hate asking for it.

Pondering these words…Babe, I love you! I sure love my hubby!!!!

One of my favorite things...is seeing my children helping each other and making each other laugh.

A picture thought…me and the Phebster playing with babies.