Saturday, July 12, 2008
Where My Brain Goes...
Somewhere I read, possibly by C.S. Lewis, that if Christians find there is no Heaven, then they've, by default, chosen the most miserable world. Like why did they make selfless choices that would mean nothing in the end?
I'm struggling with that concept now, sometimes feeling as if I've lived a pointless existence. All that I've poured of myself sacrificially into children who don't have the ability to care. Why did I chose an impossible life? One in which I'm so resented by those I provide for?
I really need to hear from God soon.
"Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important."
C. S. Lewis
After my wonderful starting point this week, the remainder has disintegrated into a thousand shards.
I loaned my van to the church so they could take MY teenagers to Forward '08. "Please take it," I'd stressed knowing it'd cost over $600 for them to rent one for an extended period of time. "I have my truck."
The truck broke down this morning as I went to yard sales. Dead on the side of the road, a man with a cigarette dangling precariously from his teeth pushed it out of danger for me. It was soon towed to a garage I trust.
Grandma ran an errand for me in which the folks she dealt with forgot to send what we needed. Thanks for the colossal waste of time and gas y'all.
Kroger pharmacy claims Medicaid won't pay for Risperdol, which is not true, but I get real tired of battling for everything I need.
I'm terribly ashamed of the behaviors of some of my grown kids.
I'm deeply hurt by some others that I raised better than they're acting.
I just want to be a recluse. The stringy haired woman who never goes to town, but I'd just sabotaged that by getting a really cute hair cut.
I had a one woman pity party out back last night, sitting despondently by myself at a stone table, sobbing into my blueberries that I'd gathered in my shirt, looking like a fool.
I need to shake this off, get a grip and come to terms with the fact that just because I love them, 'it doesn't mean squat to a tree'. paraphrased to take out the original cuss word. (Eskimo Blue Day - Volunteers - Jefferson Airplane)
My addled brain is listlessly bopping between psychedelic lyrics in 1969 and the words of C.S. Lewis, who passed away in 1963. I think I need to drag out my old copy of Mere Christianity and re-read it.
Now that I've suitably bummed any readers out, Sarah's post is more cheerful and entertaining.
I'm sorry to be so ill tempered this morning. It is simply so infinitely wearing down on a human being...this drip, drip, drip of issues and challenges, eventually I snap as I've really done lately. One daughter in particular, jabbing at me from afar, I just can't take it anymore so I've withdrawn into my figurative turtle shell, slamming shut my emotions - make the world go away.