Difficult Times

This has been an odd couple of weeks.  First we went to a flea market to sell some of the things in our house so we would not have to move them when we relocate.  It was on a Sunday, and very few sales were made for anyone there that day, even though it is one of the busiest markets in the south.  The heat was extreme, and I had gotten very sick. It wasn't my best time, I must admit, though the people there were amazingly friendly.

Later in the week, I had responded to a saddened post from my son on one of the social networks.  All I did was try to encourage him, as he was in dispare not being able to find a job, and I said I love him, and his beautiful wife and children.  Somehow, a fight sparked with him and his wife, and I felt I was in the middle of it, not knowing how, or what caused it.  I did not respond to any of the other posts, and kept my distance from both of them. I feel it is up to them as they are both adults, nearing 30. 

Further complications came during the end of the week, when I was informed, I should worry about my husband and myself, but not my youngest son who is currently living with us, 18 years old.  I was told he was old enough to do for himself and it was fine time he did.  Uggghh! Motherhood! Some of the most wonderful memories in life are made with your children, and some of the biggest heartaches also come from your children.

Apparantly, he is having great difficulty deciding what to do with his life. He doesn't know whether to go to college, or go to work, and it has been this way for some time now, so tention is begining to rise in the family, inside the house and out.  Everyone has an opinion on it, and though I do respect their opinions, sometimes I feel this is one issue that should be solved at home between the 3 of us.

I'm really wanting to get the house ready to list, to sell.  We did get the bathroom painted, but there is still so much left to do, and yet no one seems concerned in trying to help.  I can't do it by myself.

Someone questioned my faith this past week, or maybe I would be better saying, my beliefs. I do belive in miracles, and felt I had adequate proof of several miracles happening just recently.  One I am particularly passionate about happened to be the Chilean miners. I really felt that God's love abound in that rescue!

Anyway, as I say, this has been a difficult time, but least I know it will get better.  I hope your days ahead are full of joy and love, and that soon you will share your thoughts with me. :-D