Satan has a pity party and attacks some more.
I have no question in the validity of that statement.
Today at about 1:30 I made the first tiny little baby step in sharing what God has laid on my heart, and I'm not even sure that this next 'endeavor' of mine will come to fruition.
But judging by the throw up that I've been cleaning up for the last hour, either Brianna just needs a Mommy Day tomorrow, or the devil ain't happy.
I'm not one to speculate which, because it could just be a stomach bug with no spiritual meaning whatsoever. But the timing... well...
Praying that it's DONE and Brianna is FINE and no one else throws up or gets sick!!!
I'm so tired of vomit. Seriously.
And I did try very hard to make this entire post without saying the word puke since I've been told that's a dirty word and there are better alternatives... just so ya know :)
Mike's almost home with Pizza. I get to remember the blessings-- She didn't throw up while we were driving for 18 hours. She didn't get sick at school and spread extra germs there. She doesn't get upset when she throws up. I have an awesome husband that is willing to pick up pizza on his way home from work and didn't complain that once again I didn't cook. And we have been blessed to be able to- spur of the moment- afford to order pizza.
Blessings. Be blessed!