Last night I was annoyed! I was annoyed that Kent left his phone in the room, which rang and woke up Catherine JUST as she finished nursing and was finally asleep for the night.
I was annoyed that after Kent said prayers with the boys and had gone to bed for the night, John and James decided to argue about their sleeping arrangements.
I was annoyed when the sleeping issue was FINALLY resolved ALL the boys decided to go to the bathroom one last time. Open and close went the doors, on and off went the lights, and Catherine just sat in our bed and cried.
I was annoyed when I finally put Catherine in her crib well past her normal bedtime. It was almost midnight, I had next weeks menu to plan and lessons to get together for school in the morning. I was looking at a 2AM bedtime.
I was annoyed until I reconnected with a long lost friend on facebook last night, and quickly realized that she had lost the son she had 3 years ago to lyme disease when he was only 7 months old. All of a sudden all the work I had to do no longer seemed important and I read her blog instead. I sat there for about an hour looking through her pictures, reading her story, admiring her strength, and crying. On my way to bed I sat for a while in the boys room, just watching them and crying, thanking God for letting me have all of them long enough to hear them grow up to argue with each other. When I left their room I went and stood over Catherine, fighting the urge to pick her up and just snuggle. I thanked God for the extra time I got with her that night and looked forward to when she woke up in the morning, no matter how early that may be. I then crawled into bed and cried myself to sleep, well past 2AM and no longer annoyed!
"Noah Steven Crowned in Peace"
Great post, Megan. I get annoyed A LOT and annoyance is usually born of my selfishness and self-centeredness, my desire for quiet and order, and MY will be done. I have to remind myself that strong negative emotions are usually counterproductive and will not lead me to holiness. Easier said than done chez moi. Thanks for the beautiful reminder of what is really important. BTW, my sister had a similar experience when she found her best friend from elementary school on FB. Her friend had lost her 9 yold dd in a freak accident. Hug them tight, hug them often!
Posted by: Marjorie | July 09, 2009 at 05:43 PM
I agree, great post, Megan. This past week, the girls and I attended the funeral of an 8-year-old classmate of Emily's, named Mae, who died of brain tumors. What a reminder (swift-kick, really) of how very blessed I am.
Posted by: Rebecca Feldman | July 11, 2009 at 01:13 AM
Lovely. I'll pray for your friend.
Posted by: Dad | July 23, 2009 at 12:26 PM