Sometimes, even though I don't realize it until later, I set myself up to fail. You would think that after 47 years I would be a little more wiser.
After 14+ years of spending time in the hospital, I think I know everything. I am comfortable with the nurses and doctors, I know Spencer's illness inside and out and I know what to expect when we have extended stays at ACH. So, I get cocky. I get confident and comfortable and depend a little less on God and a lot more on me. And then for some reason, I am surprised when things don't go as I plan. Can you say "ding dong"?
I should know that after our eighth day in the hospital, my happy-go-lucky attitude begins to wane. I am tired, I want to be in my own bed and ultimately I get frustrated with someone and then that frustration carries over into everything. Yesterday was a perfect example. Brad and Cole came up to the hospital and spent the afternoon with Spencer while I went home. I had all these plans but instead, I ended up sleeping for almost three hours. While I'm sure I needed the sleep, I was frustrated when I got back to the hospital because I hadn't been productive, which led me to get frustrated with the night respiratory therapist, and so on. Just dumb.
I was still kind of cranky when I woke up this morning but that quickly changed to laughter when I realized that I had used hair gel instead of body lotion when I got out of the shower! I hope the bottle doesn't lie and my body will now be "hydrated, sleek and shiny"!
My goal this week is to be a little less confident in my own abilities and a lot more trusting of God for exactly what I need.
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So thankful for the beautiful weather and a trip outside today.
"The Lord will guide you always..."
~Isaiah 58:11
After 14+ years of spending time in the hospital, I think I know everything. I am comfortable with the nurses and doctors, I know Spencer's illness inside and out and I know what to expect when we have extended stays at ACH. So, I get cocky. I get confident and comfortable and depend a little less on God and a lot more on me. And then for some reason, I am surprised when things don't go as I plan. Can you say "ding dong"?
I should know that after our eighth day in the hospital, my happy-go-lucky attitude begins to wane. I am tired, I want to be in my own bed and ultimately I get frustrated with someone and then that frustration carries over into everything. Yesterday was a perfect example. Brad and Cole came up to the hospital and spent the afternoon with Spencer while I went home. I had all these plans but instead, I ended up sleeping for almost three hours. While I'm sure I needed the sleep, I was frustrated when I got back to the hospital because I hadn't been productive, which led me to get frustrated with the night respiratory therapist, and so on. Just dumb.
I was still kind of cranky when I woke up this morning but that quickly changed to laughter when I realized that I had used hair gel instead of body lotion when I got out of the shower! I hope the bottle doesn't lie and my body will now be "hydrated, sleek and shiny"!
My goal this week is to be a little less confident in my own abilities and a lot more trusting of God for exactly what I need.
"The Lord will guide you always..."
~Isaiah 58:11
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