On Sunday, Aubrey woke up at 1:02 a.m. -- no one got a moment's rest until close to 4 a.m. Talk about sheer misery...ugh...
(As many of you know, we've been fighting sleeping battles for the better part of 2 weeks now.)
When Aubrey woke up "for good" on Sunday morning at 6:40 -- she walked into our room, grabbed my
devotional from the desk, and slid the book to Daniel who was groggily getting ready for work (yes, poor guy, he worked ALL weekend on little sleep.).
Daniel opened it to the current date, and he read the day's devotional to us all...
Wit's End
"At their wit's end, they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them out." (Ps. 107:27, 28).
{The rest of the devotional is at the bottom of the post.}
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I think we all wanted to shout a resounding "AMEN!", which got me thinking...
I know Daniel and I are feeling at our "wit's end", but Aubrey is probably at her "wit's end" too.
If Aubrey could write this post, I think hers would be something like this:
So, you all know I've been having some sleeping issues with Momma and Daddy. I wake up at night (for whatever reason: dirty diaper/bad dream/thirsty/gums throbbing from the four teeth that have decided to come in all at once/etc.), I cry-out, and nothing. So, I do what any normal person would do: I throw everything out of my bed and scream and cry even harder. I can sometimes coax Daddy out of bed (apparently he still has a heart, Momma seems to be totally hardened) and have him rock me. I even pretend to be asleep when he does this sometimes, well, until he tries to put me back into that cage they call a crib.
You know, it's actually not even really about the sleep. You see, for the past couple of months, things have been different around here. It's like those two think they are the boss. That they are the ones running this show. Ummm, hello, were they not at the hospital September 17th, 2008? It's like they totally forgot I was born to rule the world. Now it's "NO" this and "NO" that. Don't they know who they're talking to?!
And get this, now when I go up to Momma or Daddy because I want/need something they tell me I will have to wait until they are finished with what they're doing. Can you believe the nerve of these two?! Telling ME to wait?!
And if Momma puts one more carrot, pea, broccoli, or any other vegetable on my plate, so help me God...I mean, you'd think she would have gotten the point by now: I. Don't. Like. Vegetables. But no, there they are on my plate at every meal (well, except for breakfast, which honestly I wouldn't put it past her to start doing at some point!). You should see her face when I swipe them off my plate onto the floor -- it's classic. Actually, it's one of the happier moments of my day. It's seriously hilarious -- it gets me every time. Haha...(just thinking about it makes me laugh!)
And the bottle. Oh, the bottle. If I hear Momma complain one more time about those dad-gum bottles... Yes, I don't mind drinking my beverages from a "big girl" cup -- heck, I will only drink my water and juice from them, but milk? No way. It just tastes better out of a nice, warm bottle. I probably get this from Daddy. He says nothing beats a cold, glass-bottled Coca-Cola. So see, bottle drinking is genetic. I can't help how God made me, now can I?
Oh, and by all means, don't get me started on my favorite TV show: Sesame Street. It's awesome, and I love it. Why can I not watch it all day long? Could someone please tell me why? Momma tries to tell me why, but I can't stop pitching a fit long enough to hear the explanation. I've shown them both that I can count, I know my letters, all my colors, all the common shapes, all my body parts, I sing, I dance, I read books, I have an extensive vocabulary for someone my age, etc. A little TV never hurt anyone, right? Well, Momma says it's one show a day. Period. Ugh...she is so unfair. Talk about an "Oscar the Grouch!" -- I live with one!
Between the two of them, I'm about at my WIT'S END!
{This Kodak moment came about that day Momma let me have some powdered donuts. Well, I wasn't quite finished with those sugary delights, and she put them away! She said I had "had enough" -- doesn't she know I tell her when I've "had enough"?!}
I keep telling/reminding myself that I just need to get through this week, because starting Saturday I'll get to see my Zubie, Grammy, and Pop Pop for a whole week! Now those people know how to treat a Princess!
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So, if you're feeling frustrated, defeated, or at your "wit's end" hopefully the remainder of the devotional will give you some much-needed encouragement.
Are you standing at "Wit's End Corner,"
Christian, with troubled brow?
Are you thinking of what is before you,
And all you are bearing now?
Does all the world seem against you,
And you in the battle alone?
Remember--at "Wit's End Corner"
Is just where God's power is shown.
Are you standing at "Wit's End Corner,"
Blinded with wearying pain,
Feeling you cannot endure it,
You cannot bear the strain,
Bruised through the constant suffering,
Dizzy, and dazed, and numb?
Remember--at "Wit's End Corner"
Is where Jesus loves to come.
Are you standing at "Wit's End Corner"?
Your work before you spread,
All lying begun, unfinished,
And pressing on heart and head,
Longing for strength to do it,
Stretching out trembling hands?
Remember--at. "Wit's End Corner"
The Burden-bearer stands.
Are you standing at "Wit's End Corner"?
Then you're just in the very spot
To learn the wondrous resources
Of Him who faileth not:
No doubt to a brighter pathway
Your footsteps will soon be moved,
But only at "Wit's End Corner"
Is the "God who is able" proved.
--Antoinette Wilson
Do not get discouraged; it may be the last key in the bunch that opens the door. --Stansifer
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And something Daniel and I keep telling/reminding ourselves...
This too shall pass!
