No Mas Por Favor

After the month of October I started having a reacurring dream where millions of bouncy balls were being blasted at me...

they were coming at me, hitting me from all directions.  I wanted to run and get away. 

 

 

My dream was a real life symbol of what was going on in my life. 

I had to have a little prayerful chat with Heavenly Father letting him know I was reaching my max.

My ability to cope was hitting the ceiling.

 

Here is a very small list summing up a few things that went on from mid October to mid November:

 

I got a huge, embarrassing hole in my favorite pair of jeans.

I found a hole in my favorite most comfiest sheets.

My kids left to go to New York for Thanksgiving.  They were gone on my birthday and away from me for Thanksgiving.  My heart was ripped out and hurting.  LOUSY!

Kaden got very sick before his NY trip; doctor's visit.

Emmy got pushed at school and hurt her back; 2 doctor's visit.

Our toilet overflowed all over the bathroom floor and went out on the carpet.  I couldn't find the plunger.  Had to run to Walmart to buy one.  It was Sunday.

Maryn's Seminary teacher called to share the news that my precious daughter hadn't been behaving perfectly in his seminary class.

The vein in my eye burst... again.  Bloody and gross.

Adyson was diagnosed with Mono.

We got a flat tire on the way to school.  I felt the car driving weird on the freeway.  I pulled off at the next exit.  We saw this:

Miraculously there was a Le Schwab tire right there.  They had just opened and gave us a new tire within 20 minutes.  We recognized many tender mercies through this experience.

 

I got in a car accident in Park City.  It was my fault.  I had just left a long meeting with my lawyer and was in my own world, distracted with my thoughts.  I turned across a 2 lane road around the outlets parking lot and turned right into another car.  Bah!  I couldn't drive the car and had to be towed from Park City to Draper.  Gah! 



Here's what I did to the other car.  It was a car full of Mexican ladies and handful of babies and car seats.  When I went to talk to them and exchange information they said, "we no speak English."  Oh great!  I wanted to cry at them, "But you're in America!"  (but that's another blog post that expresses my loving opinions of people who don't speak English who want to live and partake of the American dream.)

I really did a number on our stupid van that I don't like anyway.

Jeff was going to be out of town the whole week so he let me borrow his car while the van was getting fixed.  The very first day I was backing out of the driveway taking the kids to school and bumped right into the landscaping truck that was poorly positioned, thus denting Jeff's car.  Yep!

And lastly, my big bouncy ball that hit me in October was being called as the Young Women's President in our newly formed ward. I was called to meet with the Bishop on a Tuesday night.  All day long I had a feeling that something BIG was going to happen.  I also had thoughts of certain women throughout the day knowing that somehow I would be working with them.  I wasn't aspiring to anything but couldn't deny the feelings that I was going to be called to do something.  This new but very kind and wise bishop started out by asking me what my life's situation was and how I was doing.  After giving him the juicy details of divorcing a man after 18 years and the challenges of being a single mom and struggles of still moving into a ridiculously big, house he said that I was the first name that came to him of leadership callings that needed to be filled.  He didn't want to give me a calling that was too much for me to handle and he wanted to leave the decision up to me. 

At that particular time I was still dealing with a bloody eye problem.  I wanted to say, "do I look like someone who can handle a calling like this right now?!"  But I didn't.

Yes, I thought the bishop was crazy and I felt like Heavenly Father had me confused with someone else.  I also felt overwhelmed at having such a huge calling with everything that was already going on in my life.  But, the thing that I knew without question was that I had to accept this calling.  I knew there was a reason and a plan.  And even greater was I knew that I needed the blessings that would come from serving.  So I said Yes.  The Bishop asked if I could get back to him with the names of counselors to be called.  Quickly I responded that I already knew who they were and gave him the names of the ladies I had been thinking about all day.  Heavenly Father is so helpful and smart.  His tender mercies are everywhere. 

I am excited to watch this calling bless my life.  I am counting on the Lord to help me balance all that is on my plate already.  I am happy to be working with Ady and Maryn as they are in the Young Women's too and our small little group of other girls.  I have a great presidency to work with...

With all that being said, I have to say to God, "no mas, por favor!  Give me a break for a while please!  No more bouncy balls!"  I'm tired.  Amen.