My kids, yes plural, sleep in our bed still. Crib? What's that? Their playpen? Storage since they were born. They don't have any schedules and sometimes sleep at midnight if we let them. I am horrible at disciplining them so they act out in public and I want to die of embarrassment sometimes. They repeat bad words and phrases kids ears should not hear.
We are poor. We are on every government program you can think of but are slowly getting kicked off all of them because we are a hair over the income limit which is good and bad for us. My husband works full time and I work on-call. You'd think that we would make enough to support ourselves but we don't. If we get kicked off of Medicaid my children will not have any health insurance because we can't afford what is offered through my husband's job.
What else? I'm sure I could go on and on but you get it. My life isn't perfect. No one's life is. We all face different trials in life whether they be marital, educational, spiritual, physical, etc. As imperfect as my life is, I wouldn't trade it for the world, my basket of problems included.
We taught a lesson in my CTR 10/11 class yesterday that talked about enduring adversity and I learned something. The Lord promises us that all adversity and trials are for our betterment and if we endure them WELL, we will be blessed. I'm working on the "enduring it well" part because I'm a worrier/complainer. Gotta have more faith!
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