Sunday

I am amazed that the day is nearly over - they go by so quickly and life along with them. Another Sunday struggling with the organ at church and with the wrist pain that it gives me. After hearing and playing that other one last week, it makes it even more discouraging to keep going week after week.

After church we were expecting Daughter #2 and three of her friends to join us for lunch so I had made a large crock pot filled with enchiladas and we had chips, salsa and queso all ready, but Daughter came up to us and told us she had to work unexpectedly. She said the boys were disappointed because they were all craving a home cooked meal. When the service was over and we had communion cleaned up and the dishes put away, Hubby found the boys still milling around so he invited them over anyway. I don't mind. They are all three fine Christian young men and all away from home for the summer. I think they needed not only the food but a little "family time".

It's quiet here now...almost too quiet. Hubby went to the shop to get some work done; I should be working on cards but my creative bone isn't working right now. I think I'm too discouraged...not that I didn't win the lottery, but that I feel like there is no one really behind me on this project except for Hubby. Don't get me wrong, I can't tell you how blessed I am to have him working so hard to find me an organ, but I just feel like we're swimming upstream and no one else wants to do anything to help. Many of my friends (not at church) have suggested garage sales, bake sales, car washes...great...but those projects are just too big to handle by myself. At church this morning I felt myself starting to get a defensive attitude and I fear one day someone may say the wrong thing and they will see a side of me that is rarely seen by anyone.

I long to go somewhere, do something fun, see something new, spend time with a friend but there is nothing here to do that hasn't been done, nothing that hasn't been seen a gajillion times over and no one around.

Our Mae girl is rapidly declining. Hubby doesn't know what to do, but when we got home from church and were ready to take them out, she couldn't get up without assistance, and then fell down the front steps on the way out. The bones at the top of her hips are protruding...she's eating well, but is still becoming skin and bone. It breaks my heart to see her struggle so. Tomorrow is her and Gilmore's appointment with the vet - what will Hubby decide? Will she be coming home with us?

I apologize if this post is coming across as too negative. I am a little down and discouraged, but I'm fine really and God is good and He is still on the throne. I may just grab a book and go sit in the sun for a bit. I won't be able to do that much longer.