I was glad that I had my Psalm I.V. hook-up yesterday. Sometimes ya just don’t know what’s gonna hit ya.
I know, explain myself, right? Since I had a longer drive to work, I took advantage of listening to some of my favorite Psalms set to music while I drove.
Instead of tuning into a business training podcast on the way home, I turned Psalms on again. I could not get enough. I needed this spa treatment for my aching soul.
Do you ever have days and weeks when your heart just won’t stop hurting?
It’s been a stinky few weeks.
What’s my work? Well, I’m still doing a few weekly housekeeping jobs a week to make ends meet in addition to giving private piano lessons five days a week.
Writing web copy, blogs, and content for professional service and wellness companies full-time is my goal. I also love working with educational materials. I’m blessed with a few writing clients.
I need more writing work, though. It fits with our crazy schedule jammed with doctor’s visits.
In fact, hello! Sharing is caring. You can view some of my professional work samples here!
Right now, though, I’m still serving some older clients I’ve had for at least ten years.
One of them has been in and out of rehab twice this year. Her Parkinson’s is getting the better of her and she lives alone.
She was so sick when I got to her house that my heart was torn in two when it was time to leave her alone. She had tears in her eyes, and so did I.
Tears upon tears — my loved one learned of the passing of a sweet friend this week, only 32, who was diagnosed with cancer shortly after we got his cancer diagnosis. Her husband left her and her two little boys after her diagnosis. Her mom and Christian friends stepped in to care for and love on them.
Sickness, sorrow, pain, and death — the tears had been flowing freely the night before at our house. For two weeks my dear one has barely left the bed.
Life is still blessedly good, though.
The provisions have been there for our needs. Friends and church family love on us. We’re not alone. My girlie and I did well with schooling this year. In fact, what she’s learned amazes me!
I’ve been trying to keep my head in the business game AND help my daughter with her bedroom switch and a DIY room decor redesign. It involves Mom scrubbing paint off of her hands between students. There are boxes and piles almost everywhere at my house. 🙂 Sound like fun?
The room is going well, and that’s a happiness project well worth the effort.
I’m ready for some sort of a spa day, I think.
When you sit in the Walmart parking lot alone — like I did this afternoon — in your car for five minutes because….It’s the Walmart kind of spa treatment?
Because why? The words to a song move you so deeply you can’t keep your game face on to get your groceries. Hillary Scott got to me this time. Thy Will Be Done
After all, I was safely home, home from the big city — and I survived this trip. It was Thy will that made me put my foot down, Lord, and say — I’m taking you to this appointment. Now I know one reason WHY.
I survived driving three hours to see a specialist while my loved one was spewing chunks for more than half of the trip. Obnoxious traffic and no opening to pull over, so ya just roll down the window. ‘Nuff said.
For the way home, I found a convenient bag in the trunk of the car. Shew! Saved by a Walmart bag (and that’s a love/hate relationship, ha!).
Then the tears started again. No, I’m not leaving you alone in your misery. Never! Why would you ask this? Knife to my heart!! I’ve stood by you for how many years of chronic illness?
I know it’s the pain and misery talking. I know it’s the long years of wear and tear on a frail body. It’s the death of a friend deserted by her spouse.
In the middle of this chaos, this survival mode that won’t go away, a sweet friend sent me three lines today that made me feel so loved and included.
Three lines, a heartful of Psalms, and a song born out of deep personal pain — that’s not an accident, dear friends! That’s a direct line from my Heavenly Father saying, dear daughter of Mine — you are NOT alone.
Fabulous answers and quick solutions? Don’t really have any for you.
But go — love on your hurting friends. Send those three lines.
Mingle your tears with an elderly friend who is also walking a lonesome valley road.
Worried about money? Me, too. But people are more important than money. Every. Single. Day.
Soak in the Psalms — a genuine spa treatment for every raw emotion and question you face. When you wonder how to stay sane, that’s what the Psalms are for. Cry them. Sing them. Pray them back to God.
“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion FOREVER.” PSALM 73:6