Please forgive me for the length of time between the last blog and this one. I can honestly say that my heart hasn't been in it. The following blog is going to be straight from my heart so please bear with me while I bare my heart to you.
I had a talk with my Mom Friday night and really cried my heart out to her. I miss her. I miss my friend, Cindy. (I've come to realize that being a pastor's wife puts me in a fishbowl for others to watch me. So, when I need to cry, I'm overly concerned about WHO I can cry to.) My Mom reminded me that I can always cry to the Lord. Well, honestly, I know that in my head, but truthfully, my heart didn't see the point. He knows my heart and I didn't feel like it would do any good to cry to Him over the SAME THINGS that I've been crying out to Him for for years. I know ALL the "sunday school" answers to these problems. I feel like Paul when he asked God to remove the thorn in his flesh.
So, here goes with crying my heart out...
We have ALOT of ladies in our church who are pregnant. Now, being a "young" church, this is to be expected (no pun intended). It's still a hard thing for me to be around so many ladies who are having babies when I know that it's not God's plan for me. I know that there is a purpose for everything that happens. I know that I'm blessed with a wonderful husband and we have a very special relationship. I know that I have alot of "kids" at church. All that being said, I still feel like I've missed something in my life. I can't explain it and it probably doesn't make sense to folks if they haven't been in that place too. Even now, typing this, the weight in my chest is heavy. I want to be happy for those ladies who have been blessed, but I can't seem to. I want to be excited for those women, but all I feel is hurt and left out.
Claude says that I should find true joy in the blessing that God has given to these women. I want to. But, just when I think that I've found it, (or at least found a way to deal with it), the happiness is overshadowed by my hurt and longing.
OK, so there. I finally put into words how I feel about the pregnancy thing. I ask that anyone who reads this, please pray for me. I truly want to be happy for these ladies. Several of the ladies are what I would consider good friends. So, what kind of friend does it make me that I can't be happy for them? GREAT! NOW I HAVE GUILT TOO! Seriously, please lift this up in prayer. I would love to know and understand how Paul dealt with his flaw.
I hope that folks reading this don't think any less of me for the things said. I just needed to really get out what I've been feeling inside. I've deleted this blog twice and put it back! Claude said that I should post it. He's wise, so I'll take his word for it!