Who has time to write anything when there are sick kids to care for? (in addition to everything else…) Who has time to write when there are healthy kids to care for?
An acquaintance of mine, a newlywed with no kids, once said “you have all the time you need” as a mantra for me to embrace. I liked it, I come back to it often, but on a day like today, or week like this week, with so much more than sick kids to take care of, I may have all the time I need but I don’t have all the time I want. Probably means my faith and/or contentment is lacking in some way, but it doesn’t make me feel better or do better to think that way.
Where is God in our ambitions, goals, hopes and dreams? Are we not to be trusted or is it the voice of God? I have a lot of theological and intellectual knowledge on the subject, but still, I really wonder…
I do appreciate the slow sweet nature of sick days for a bit, it’s just hard for me to let everything else fall apart. Can anyone else relate?