let’s call this one quits already

Today was a lousy day.

I mean.

I don’t even think I have what it takes to type it out and turn it into a story.

I know I’m due a post about the Plexus Pink Drink Experiment.  I have a cute article about picking apples with kids to post.  I’m sure one of my children said something adorable or funny or embarrassing that I could write about.

But instead I think I might just go to bed unreasonably early and let this day die the slow, sad death it deserves.

You guys – we just never know what a day holds when our feet reluctantly hit the bedroom floor in the a.m.

Ryder is spending the night at the vet’s with a badly broken leg.  A pending surgery is on the horizon and the cost is just too too high.

Sad, sad faces swarmed around me this evening.

I gathered my little birds together and we all sat on the bed.  I required a circle of holding hands and I looked into their eyes.

My Piper Finnian fledgling spoke up.  “Mom?  You know that song about God turning evil things for His good?  What good do you think God will turn this into?”

I don’t know, Piper.  I don’t know.

And today, I am too sleep deprived and too emotionally worn down to even think about that truth.  So I was humbled for the reminder from my eight-year-old.

I looked into their eyes and we talked about what a rotten, stinky, terrible, no good day it had been.

And then I made them look at their clenched hands, sibling to sibling, dirty fist to dirty fist.

“But look where this day ends, ” I said.  “Look who we are with.  Look where we are.  Look at the hands you are holding.”

They looked.  They squeezed too tightly and in a twitchy manner with not entirely the kindest of intentions.

“Look at us.  It ends with us together.  Right here.  In this circle.  This rotten day ends right here, in a good place.  Home.  Family.  Together.”

Then we prayed.  And we cried together and we asked God to rescue us a little more again because we still need rescuing.  We seem to keep always needing rescuing.