Unmarriageable children and too much food.

You know, for me one of the absolute hardest things about the Christian life is somehow trying to maintain this acknowledgement of grace and gratefulness and such in the face of what is really a crummy time.  Like, a super crummy time.  Crummy?  Yes, okay, that's the word I'll use.  It's also the period of life when I find it really hard to fight against the ingrained training of my pre-Christian years when 'crummy', as an example, would not have been the word I would have chosen.

Yesterday I don't even think I managed to get on the computer at all, and of course my inner desire to blog daily has been totally hampered by life, mostly in the form of the eldest daughter, who is two and trying to kill me.  I swear that child is one good screaming fit away from needing an exorcism.  "How she will EVER find someone to marry her is beyond me" I say, and David responds with "Well, they say there's someone for everyone."  And then we look dubiously at our eldest daughter and sort of tilt our heads like dogs do when they hear a far away noise.  Except none of the noise here can be termed 'far away'.  None of it.

Hallelujah!  Onwards and Upwards!

I moped yesterday with what we call a First World Problem around here - We had a LOT of food in the house, and then I kept buying more, and then I decided to stop buying it so that we could use up what we had, and then surprisingly my clay jug did not perpetually refill itself with oil and my bag with flour and lo!  We ran terribly low on food.  And so then I bought a Whole Bunch on Thursday, and came home and people had somehow sensed through the universe that the pastor's family had been low on food but the message had been on time delay and so when I arrived back at the house the next two days was FULL of people bringing me yet more food, and now I cannot, honestly cannot, fit anything else in the cupboards, fridge or freezer.  Which actually means that there are several grocery bags on the floor in my kitchen which are holding the over spill of food. And my dishes are ornamented with cans of pasta sauce, and there are two giants bags of onions in my linen cupboard, and 10lbs of potatoes in with the saucepans.

And here we are, on a cold but otherwise nice looking day, and I am full up with chores and things. It's just all cyclical, and perhaps I'm crazy for this but come what may I'm blogging every day this week.  I am.