Father's Day

I slept. This morning I cooked a nice breakfast. When we came home from church I cooked a wonderful Sunday dinner--and then I fell asleep. I wanted to go fishing with my husband and the boys, but my body was hurting and exhausted so I slept.

When I woke up, my husband was gone and the boys were on their computers, phones, and watching a movie. I vaguely remember my husband trying to awaken me, but I couldn't do it. So--when I finally woke up, the boys and I started a fire in our little pit outside. We roasted marshmallows and talked.

We decided we all need to start living.

Exclusiveness

It hurts most when the ones you love are excluded. People haven't got a clue as to what my children deal with on a daily basis with their dad being as sick as he is. So, let's add insult to injury and not include my children in events and planning in which they should be included. Let's not even ask or inform the parents because they might be able to help.

I'm furious. I wish I could be more compassionate, but right now I'm too angry to see straight. I thought maybe a night's sleep would help, but my sleep was interrupted.

Christ died for the whosoevers. He didn't just give His life for the "haves". Politically correct? No, he wasn't concerned with tickling people's ears with what they wanted to hear. Jesus spoke truth. He told them how it was--even called them names if that was needed to make his point. He was more concerned with bigger picture items.

I'm just venting, because I need to write this somewhere. Has anyone else ever been a "have not" and been excluded from the fun? What are your thoughts?

the PTSD Widow