I’m of the opinion that Satan can’t defeat a believer in Christ unless that person gives him permission. So, the devil’s been beating the snot out of me the past couple days, and I’m just sitting here and taking it. “Oh, just go ahead and get me. I don’t really even care…”
Sometimes when Satan attacks me, I fight back with a vengeance. Arms flailing, Scripture verses flying, spiritual weapons brandished. This time, I am completely giving in. Bad mood? So what? Not practicing what I preach? Yeah, so? Being completely self-centered? What’s so bad about that? Grrrrrrr…. Watch out, husband, kids, anyone else who dares cross me! You never know when I’m going to yell/snap/cry/blah, blah, blah.
I am overwhelmed, tired, grumpy, overwhelmed…and I have no idea why my husband is still speaking to me…
Let me apologize in advance to any boys reading my blog…but I’m hoping that my monthly cycle is about to resume after a year-and-a-half hiatus. Then I’ll at least have some sort of excuse.
I’m being a lousy mom/wife/friend at the moment, and PLEASE don’t any of you comment on my blog telling me how great I am, because I WILL DELETE IT. I am NOT in the mood to be catered to/flattered/patronized. If you must comment, just tell me you’ll pray for my crappy attitude or give me a cool Bible verse to look up or something.
So, anyway, Livi gets off the bus after her 2nd day of school looking like she’s about to cry. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Four people were making fun of me,” she says, her little voice cracking. “And a boy kept trying to kiss me!”
You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s it. I’m homeschooling her.
Actually, the crisis has been averted. All is well now. For the time being anyway. I’ll share some fun things tomorrow. Surely my bad mood will have passed over by then…