coolness

David has this philosophy that stress is ridiculous, and for the most part, unnecessary.  He says that when we stress out, we’re not trusting God.  …not trusting God to work “it” (whatever “it” is) for the good of those of us who love Him… not trusting God, the creator of all that is has a handle on things… not trusting that God really does have “it” under control… not trusting God for what’s best for us.  Obviously, stress is not what’s best for us.

I’ve been stressed lately.  So many things happening/happened this month.  James’ kindergarten registration.  A big magazine job.  Korben weaning.  David’s pay fiasco.  Rabbitfest (hey that’s a good one).  James’ first trip to Six Flags on a charter bus with his dad and a zillion middle schoolers.  Do you know that charter busses don’t have seatbelts?  Yeah?  That does not make this momma feel good about things.  Oh, and I’m behind in editing photos… bluebonnet photos.  I have to finish before the bluebonnets disappear.  I saw a few stragglers hanging on this morning on my drive to playgroup… I still have time.  right?

When I stress out, I get ulcers in my mouth.  It’s not fun.  It hurts A LOT.  They take forever to heal up.  They make eating, drinking, brushing my teeth, kissing (yeah, what?, so I kiss my husband a lot, big deal), talking, and sometimes sleeping painful.  There’s no way any of that can be good for me.  I’m swishing the peroxide mouthwash, mom.  It’s not helping very much.

I need to trust that God, creator of the universe, knows what’s going on, loves me, and has it all under control.  That is so very much harder than it sounds, but I’ve been praying over this issue of mine today.  God knows what’s best for me; he loves me more than I love my own boys.  He wants to hold my hand through this and hear about the curious things I discover and clever contraptions that pique my interest.  I’m going to have a good day tomorrow and someday I’ll get to show you about it.  It’s gonna be *so* cool.  So totally amazingly awesomely cool.  Just like God.