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Sunday, December 6, 2009

Some things just hurt...

My son called to me in tears from his bed just now. (he actually does that alot- he gets the blues at night. He's always been that way.)

He is sad that he has never had a brother or sister to play with or talk to at night in bed, or get into mischief with. (well, he didn't say that part, but I know that would be inevitable!)

It breaks my heart to hear him say that. There is absolutely nothing I can do to change the situation right now. It's out of my hands!

A lot of things are out of my hands right now, which is probably the best place for them to be. I know Heavenly Father makes better decisions than I would. I know He sees the big picture. While we sit down here and throw our little "I want, I want..." tantrums, He sits quietly up there and says, "Just be patient!"

I don't know when or if he will ever get a brother or sister to play with. I don't know if we'll ever move out of this little house. I don't know what is going to happen this week, or the next, or the next. But I know it's all in good hands, and I just need to trust in that.


elliespen said...

Thanks for this post. It's something I need to hear on a regular basis, too. Love you, cousin!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for that. I love real posts. It reminds me that everyone is fighting their fight. Hang in there Erin.

As far as the small house thing, I have to say I yearn for my Elgin Ave home. I miss it's sweet simplicity. Most important, I miss the people around it. :) Living in a different neighborhood has its quirks too.