EDIT: (Friday, 9:37 am) Kristen is contraction-free (mostly) and on the road home. She’s going straight to her doctor–appt at 2:45 pm. Keep praying! I’m assuming Kimberly got home safely last night (10 minutes away) and to work safely this morning. Maybe we should pray for her, too–at least until she blogs.
EDIT: (6:55pm) Kristen (and Kimberly) are here safely. Kristen’s calling all her loved ones, and pizza is on the way. She’ll stay here tonight and head home tomorrow. Thanks for praying!
“I just feel like crawling in a hole. I know Satan is attacking. Lord, please give me the energy and courage to fight back–and win.” –an excerpt from my journal, yesterday at 4:04pm
So, we sold our house–awesome. Then Tuesday evening, things started getting stinky (beyond the bluh AI performances). Gabe and I got into it–my fault–and he went to bed without me. I stayed up late reading a book and feeling sorry for myself.
Wednesday morning was rushed. We had to drive across town for Ava’s appointment with the periodontal specialist concerning her tongue. And Gabe and I hadn’t resolved our issues, so that was hanging over my head–icky. The periodontal appt was productive–at the end anyway, after I had survived almost an hour in the waiting room with three young’uns. The place was completely opulent–like some luxury spa. Waterfall, fireplace, huge flat screen plasma tv, stainless steel coffee maker, ceramic mugs, platter of cookies. The bathroom had a huge basin of towels–no paper products here (well, the tp was, I guess) I couldn’t let Nina down, or she would have broken something worth hundreds of dollars.
Anyway, the good news? Ava is their youngest patient ever, but they’re doing a frenulectomy (clipping the “string” under her tongue so she can lift her tongue up and talk normally) in May. It’s a steal at $400, and the anesthesiologist is another $400, but they do it with a laser, it takes 5 minutes, and there will be no pain afterward. She’s so, so, so worth it. We’d spend $8000 on it if we had to.
Anyway, so that took the whole morning. Got lunch, Livi on the bus, was dead tired, found out some disappointing news about my latest book (but it’s okay). Way behind on stuff, overwhelmed by life, blah, blah. Decided that the one thing I had a measure of control over was apologizing to Gabe and getting our relationship back on track. Did that, he accepted, we made up (and really made up later).
Today–got everybody ready for Bible study, so excited to go, first time in 6 weeks or so. Took books for my group. The last time I’d gone I had done the whole “I’m Marla and I write books” confession. Then I didn’t come back for 6 weeks! It was soooo good to be there. Then when we broke up in groups, I found out that my group had combined with another one. I didn’t know most of the ladies and didn’t have enough books for everyone, so I just kept them in my bag and kept my mouth shut.
Here’s the “God” part. We’re doing Beth Moore’s Beloved Disciple. We’re on the next-to-last week and studying Revelation. One by one, the women start saying how they’ve never understood the book of Revelation, always ignored it, now it’s so exciting to them and they want to know more. I was bursting inside. The book of Revelation plays a huge, huge part in my next book. I felt like shouting. Didn’t.
Then the women start sharing very personal struggles, tears are shed. And the common theme? Marriages. Marriages that are hurting, not working out, very bad. I had copies of both my books burning a hole in my bag while God was poking me in the side so hard I could physically feel it. One woman has been married nearly a quarter of a century–and every bit of it has been miserable. Another woman–a younger bride–just broken about some things in her marriage right now.
So, with about 2 minutes to go in our time, I took a deep breath, opened my mouth, and gave these dear women my books. And then passed out the rest. And I am honored and humbled and praying my heart out that God might grant me the amazing privilege of taking part in at least two miracles this week. Two miracles in hurting marriages. Would you pray with me for my two new friends? That God would work a full-blown miracle in their marriages? Oh, I want that so badly for them!
No one is perfect. We all have so many struggles. It is such a blessing to be able to share those hurts, those failures, those incredible needs. And then to see God answer prayer. This is what I live for.
Satan can go to hell. Today Beth talked about how we, as Christians, do not ever, ever have to live in defeat. We’ll mess up, sure–every single day even–but consistent victory can still be ours. Christ didn’t die so that Satan could screw with us whenever he pleases. To hell with Satan. I’m claiming victory in Christ Jesus! Amen?!?