Last evening didn't go well.  I talked to my husband (on his last week at academy).  He had spent the day in his shared apartment sick.  I didn't realize just how much that bothered me until later.  I think the combination of I didn't know, I coundn't do anything, and I still couldn't do anything was part of it.  Then a couple of hours later the evening went south fast.  I was sorting through some clothes for our five month old, doing the everything's getting to small and I have to find to bigger size among the pile of hand-me-downs from older siblings and cousins.  I heard a funny sound ( I was in the basement), then a couple of minuets later I hear " Mom you're going to want to see this"  I tried to ignore it, as I really wanted to finish with the clothes while Hans was still cooperating.  After the third repeat I went to investigate. 

I found all three older childer in the bathroom surveying the damage.  Julia had decided to climb to my small shelf where I keep some decorations (a doll my grandma made me, a cat figurine I really like, and a porcelain doll).  I had just changed the porcelain doll to a different one earlier in the day and she wanted to hold it.  In trying to get the doll from the shelf, she had also knocked the cat down.  The cat now lay on the floor minus three legs and the tail.  I wasn't angry.  Looking back I'm surprised at my actions.  I sent Julia to sit on a stool I keep in the kitchen and the other two out of the bathroom so I could inspect the damage.  I then proceeded to punish Julia and explain to her it wasn't because of the cat, but because she climbed up to a shelf that has been off limits always. 

Seth and Addy decided to just get busy on the chores they were already supposed to working on and had been playing at.   Addy climbed up to put a dish away and when she opened the cupboard door a glass fell out and shattered on the floor.  She immediatly began crying.  I saw it happen, she had done nothing wrong.  The glass didn't get put away correctly (a shortcut I'm don't know who took and I don't care yet).  I grabbed the broom and began sweeping the glass so, she could get down.  After I cleaned up the mess, I went back to the bathroom to pick up the cat pieces. 

I was so disappointed, because I really liked that cat (I know it seems silly to be so attached to some things).  The clothes still needed to be put away, so I went back downstairs.  About a half hour later Julia was packing around a salt shaker that belonged to her great grandma and she kept with her toys.  I thought the globe was plastic until she dropped it on the floor of her berroom.  Another mess to clean up. 

I was gald to be able to send the kids to bed shortly after that.  I then sat on the couch trying to put Hans to sleep and feling slightly irritable, but mostly just tired of everything.  I didn't want to do anything.  I tried to tell God about it, but I couldn't even figure out what was bothering me. All I could do was say "you know what is wrong"  How God does it I can not say, but after a couple of hours I no longer felt tired in my soul.  I was physically tired, but my soul felt happy again.  Everything was well.  I could rejoice again.   I was also marveling at God's healing.  I know he heals. He's healed me before.  It still is amazing however. 

I picked up the Bible when I got to bed and felt like reading a Psalm.  I glanced at a couple they didn't quite fit my mood. I then say the beginning of Psalm 89 

I will sing of the Lord's great love forever; with my mouth I will make your faithfulness known through  all generations. I will declare that your love stands firm forever, that you established your faithfulness in heaven itself.  

God is faithful.  He just proved it again.