My beloved husband is out at sea right now. He left early Sunday morning and will be back this evening. For only being gone for 4 days, I've gotta say that I really miss the guy! He's been able to call me a few times when they're in harbor for the night and said he and a good number of other guys got pretty seasick the first day, but ever since they've been fine--queasy, but no puking. He also said things are going really well with sampling and they're getting good data, which is great! I can't wait to hear more about his time this evening.
The past week and a half has been quiet. And yup, very simple.
The majority of it has been spent in bed. Resting and trying to recover from our wonderful camping trip last weekend. All of last week I didn't do much at all. This Monday I made myself dinner and took a shower, so that made me feel accomplished. I also unloaded and loaded the dishwasher and ran it. Tuesday I made myself dinner again and took out the trash. Another accomplished day.
Today I'm feeling pretty horrible and am so glad Spencer will be home tonight--obviously because I've really missed him, but also, I need someone to fix dinner tonight because I'm simply too exhausted. I had a grand scheme of having a delicious meal prepared for him upon his arrival, and even hoped to get the apartment cleaned up a bit, but making lunch and taking a shower really did me in for the day. I'd totally understand if you are thinking to yourself, "she can't really be *that* tired..." I mean, it sounds rather exaggerated or overly dramatic to me, and I'm the one who wrote it! But honestly, I am this tired.
I found this excerpt from J. C. Ryle on GirlTalk the other day. It was encouraging to me in this present situation...
“Reader, if God has given you His only begotten Son, beware of doubting His kindness and love, in any painful providence of your daily life! Never allow yourself to think hard thoughts of God. Never suppose that He can give you anything which is not really for your good. Remember the words of Paul: ‘He who spared not His own Son—but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things’ (Romans 8:32).
See in every sorrow and trouble of your earthly pilgrimage the hand of Him who gave Christ to die for your sins! That hand can never smite you except in love! He who gave His only begotten Son for you, will never withhold anything from you which is really for your good. Lean back on this thought and be content. Say to yourself in the darkest hour of trial, ‘This also is ordered by Him who gave Christ to die for my sins. It cannot be wrong. It is done in love. It must be well.’"
