Rough Waters

  All I can say is this week has been an interesting one to say the least. The scary thing is; it's only Wednesday! Here is the run down of my week so far.

 My Uncle Ozzie's viewing was on Sunday. I chose to stay home from church that morning just to have a moment just to pray and read. My husband was sick. The past couple nights leading up to Sunday morning, I had a difficult time sleeping. Saturday night I was exhausted. So I was able to catch up on some sleep. So my morning quickly turned into playing nurse before leaving. On top of my husband being sick, the Durango wouldn't start. Thankfully my mom came and got me, and my grandmother brought me home.

 Family is very important to me. It is something I want to teach my own children. Importance of family. Even though the circumstances were not the best, but I have always loved how close knit my mom's side of the family is. I love walking in and getting hugs and the words I love you is used. That is the kind of family unit, I want to bring my children into. I am so grateful that I had to share a room with my sisters. My sisters and my mom are really my best friends. Life is too short to hold grudges, be snotty, rude and unloving towards each other.

The funeral service was the next morning. The day was tough. One of the things that ticked me off was when people were cutting through our procession to the church after the service at the funeral home. I couldn't believe people were so rude! Later that afternoon as we sat together and ate. I decided to raid the snack table. Okay, I didn't really raid it. I just picked what looked good. Originally I wasn't going to. Sitting there and in my mind just going through my archives of memories. When I was little, and I would go over to any family functions. I always had my eye on all the goodies. So I would tell Uncle Ozzie, that I ate at home so I could have dessert. It seemed fitting that I should eat dessert.

Now we have come to Wednesday. The Durango had to go back into the shop. Just the amount of things going on trends to feel just over whelming. I believe that God is really just preparing me for what is to come. I love the song, It Is Well. I pray that my attitude reflects those three small words. Everyone says that God doesn't give us more then what we can handle. I on the other hand think He does. In those moments where I just feel like everything is going wrong, He wants me to cling to Him even more. More so in the moments when it's too hard. It doesn't make sense why everything is happening in the timing that it is. It really never does. I pray that I will take the time to count my blessings instead of my woes.

Tomorrow, I will be blogging days 2 and 3, of my favorite things. Day 2 is books and day 3 is hobbies. :-)

~Brandy