God Loves Me

So, I was having a bad day.

We're doing a yeast-free, dairy-free, sugar-free, any-good-sounding-food-free diet around these parts for the next two weeks.  With all the illness and allergies and antibiotics and all that, the poor kids bodies are totally outta whack, and could seriously use some cleaning out of all things harmful in their diets. 

But the thought of coming up with three meals a day, AND snacks, that contain no sugar, yeast or dairy of any kind is kinda freaking me out, and was a bit overwhelming this morning while I was preparing breakfast and the bowl of quinoa in the microwave that I was reheating freaking EXPLODED and I was cleaning up glass and quinoa for the next 20 minutes while the kids (including Isaac) (who had all woken up before 6:30 this morning, adding to my angst) were angrily screaming to inform me that they were starving to death.  I remade breakfast, and fed Isaac while I watched the two girls freak out at each other and routinely threaten physical violence.  I was repeatedly reminding Annie that she needed to get ready for preschool already, dealing with Isaac who would NOT stop screaming and trying to clean up little pieces of quinoa spread from one end of the kitchen to the other.  I was stressing about a lesson I am supposed to give on Sunday, but due to the craziness around these parts, haven't gotten much done on yet.  Carolynn, our Relief Society President, had asked me earlier in the week if I'd rather her just do it so I didn't have to worry about it, but of course, I said it'd be no problem.  It was starting to feel like a problem now.  Well, a bit overwhelming at least.  Anyway, we got Annie off to school, and as she was waving goodbye, I noticed Carolynn's van drive past.  I waved, and then as I turned towards my house, thought to myself, "I could really talk to her right now . . . "  I shrugged off the feeling, then got hit by another wave of it, and thought this time, "Dear God, if it'd help to talk to her, could you like, I don't know, send her over or something . . . "  Then walked back in my house, feeling a bit silly, asking God to send someone to my house to talk to on my no-good-very-bad day. 

Not even five minutes later, I was upstairs looking online at some stuff for my lesson, when Ellie suddenly cries out, "Hey Mom!  Carolynn's at the door."

And there she was.  In her pajamas.  On my doorstep. 

She smiled and said, "Hey, I was just wondering how you were doing today?"

And I cried.  And then we talked.  Almost until it was time to go pick up our kids from preschool again.

God loves me. 


So do my friends.





(Oh, and she's teaching my lesson this Sunday.)