I feel like... wait, wait, wait... gotta find some wood and knock on it before I say this... ok...
I feel like I'm on the SLOW climb back up out of the muck-filled trenches. Or rather, I'm being carried (like that poem "Footsteps"). I only hope this continues, because if I slip back down, I'm just going to set up camp and get nice and cozy in my muck.
It began with a wonderful, albeit quick trip to visit FJIEJ, LH, and Sew, and most importantly (sorry girls) baby L and FJIEJ's unborn baby :) Holding that dear, sweet, precious baby (the former, not the latter) just filled my soul with joy. I am ever grateful to LH (who is a FANTASTIC new mommy, by the way) for letting me hoard her child for so long. It was just what the Dr ordered- some good ol' baby-lovin'!
The 4 of us also had some great conversation, which additionally lifted my spirits. And this weekend, DH and I are really excited to be receiving the Sacrament of the Sick for the 1st time, while at Marriage Encounter! What happened is, our parish does a "Healing Mass" every year, where those who would like to receive the Sacrament sit at the end of the pew and wear a pin, and the priest literally goes through the aisles, 1-by-1, giving the Sacrament. We saw this Mass together our first year of marriage, but didn't know about it in advance. Every single year after that, we had to miss the Mass for one reason or another! I was DETERMINED not to miss it this year!
And then we get last week's bulletin, announcing that THIS SUNDAY is the Healing Mass. UGGGHHH!! I called up the man who is organizing the ME, briefly explained the situation, and asked if he could ask the priest to please anoint us over the weekend. He called back to say Father said absolutely, and that he wanted to do it for the whole group, possibly even during Mass on Sunday! So finally we will be getting anointed.
DH and I have been reading the Bible, cover to cover, since before Thanksgiving. We've skipped a bunch of nights (too tired, etc), so we're still in Numbers right now, but I found it fitting to be reading about the ongoing Exodus of the Israelites to their "Promised Land" while we are going through all of our trials and tribulations. We are always chuckling to ourselves when we read about the Israelites groaning and complaining to Moses and to God, over and over again asking, "Why did you bring us out of Egypt if we are only to perish here?" etc etc, when God has continued to provide for them in their need, and perform miracle after miracle in their doubt. Whenever we get to another line beginning, "And the Israelites groaned..." we say, "Here we go again!!"
Yet, what is it we are doing? Are we not behaving just like the Israelites? Sure, we are struggling. Sure it is harder than we've ever imagined it could be right now. The Israelites were likewise struggling. There were times when they ran out of water. Encountered great armies in cities they had to pass through. Doesn't sound like a cakewalk to me.
But have we not both seen God's almighty power in our lives in the not-so-distant past? Have we not been convinced that He will get us through?
It's an eye-opener, that Old Testament.*
I feel that this weekend will be the fuel that gets us up and out of the pit once and for all. We could still use prayers, however, so please keep us in yours.
*(DH's favorite phrase thus far in the Old Testament is "sweet-smelling oblation to the Lord." In the interest of not being crude, but still allowing you a glimpse of his sense of humor, let's just say he uses the phrase whenever there's an emission of gaseous matter, whether it be himself or the dogs. No, I do not emit any gaseous matter.)