I know, another random post. Let's just say this week has been a bit rocky. Our van had a gas leak (fixed for free! by our sweet children's pastor who is a certified mechanic...I know, how convenient is that?), the baby was refusing to sleep (day or night), our refinance still has not closed (and there's no date in sight of it happening as of this morning), my hubby and I didn't have the greatest week of our married life...I guess I'll just leave it at that, and I'm, well, stressed.
To make matters worse, I have a bride-to-be coming to my home in just a little while so that I can audition for her. It's not that I mind auditioning. It's just that I don't think I've done a formal vocal audition in about ten years. Why am I so nervous? It's really not a big deal. I just hate...no, loathe...auditions. She goes to our church and I'm sure she's heard me sing at one time or another, but she says she doesn't think she has any idea who I am or how I sing. And so, I will wait for her to arrive so I can show her my very best vocal stylings.
I am sipping chamomille tea. My stomach is in knots today, even though things seem to be finally calming down. I have learned something about me. I tend to stress out AFTER things happen. Maybe it's just my God-given coping mechanism to help me handle stress at this given time in my life. He has allowed me the ability to stay calm when it counts and then freak out afterwards. Fantastic.
I rest assured that God continues to be in control. There are many out there who have so many things going on in their lives that are truly BIG in nature. What I have listed above doesn't comapre. But it's my world right now and I know I can choose to stay calm or choose to be stressed. And so I continue to sip my tea...
On a different note, my favorite Boomama gave me the best news on her blog today. Beth Moore has a blog! (pausing for oohs, ahs, and applause) I'm so psyched. I love Beth. I feel like I know her, which is why I feel I can call her Beth. In fact, many of her readers call her Siesta Beth. So Beth, if you ever happen upon my blog, I love you, siesta!