A Merry Heart

Last night I attended the Ladies meeting at church. I was not wanting to go. It had been an awful day and I just wanted to stay home, cry and go to bed. Another late night out did not seem to be the cure. But since I already made the brownies, and I didn't want them in my house, I went. On my way there, I realized no one mentioned anything about childcare, so I was dreading it even more. The thought of holding a fussy baby and taming the wild beast that IS Samantha made me sick to my stomach. I got there, and within 2 minutes, I was crying. It was pathetic. And embarrassing too. Those of you (family especially) that know me best knows I do NOT like to cry in public. Or really at all. I try to hold it in as best as I can. But last night, I just couldn't do it.

Of course all my friends were sweet and made me laugh. And after excusing myself to get out one good cry in the bathroom, I was feeling a little better. Someone called in reinforcements and I got some girls to watch the kids so I could stay. Thank you Pintar family!

We did the normal eating and socializing and then heading into the devotional. Elizabeth, the woman speaking, gave a great great great devotional. She wasn't putting down that at times we have sorrows and grief. The Bible even says there is a time for this. But she did share how in God's Word He talks about having a Merry Heart. The thing that stuck out the most to me was how she kept saying something to the point of God never changes. So we have that to be merry about. Even if things make us upset, mad, down, we know that God is always the same. It lifted my spirits and I thank her for that.

On a little side note, one of the reasons for the sadness yesterday is just some frustration about Peter's arrival. Peter said not to ask him anymore about when he is coming home. When he knows for sure (like he is stepping on the plane?) he will call and let me know. So we wait. I know I can handle 3, 4, even 8 more weeks. It's just a roller coaster. And I think we are both tired of it. But we press on because we love each other and we know that soon we will be together. (Hopefully sooner then later.)