It seems that I have a few things on my plate of life. Actually I have a full plate that is dripping onto the nice place mat on the table.
I try to relax and let things just happen.
Then last night as I am nudged about 12:30 ish AM to my son throwing up in the bathroom I realize that some things are out of my control.
As I got up from bed, more like RUN LIKE HELL, to the bathroom. I looked up and spoke to God,
"I know you are the one in control. I'll stop worrying so much. I'll give things over to you to handle."
As I was cleaning up the mess my thoughts were like this,
"CAN I NOT GET A BREAK AROUND HERE!?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
So, today will be tend to sick moan-y boy. He won't go to bed. He insists on sighing and moaning through the house.