My MIL has left. Am I happy? No. I love her. I am happy to be apart of her family. I am delighted that she loves her grandchildren so much. I am grateful that she took time off of work and left her own husband to help us. Then, why haven’t I recognized that?
If you notice, that awful post about visitors has been deleted. I am ashamed that I wrote it. I have been rightfully chastised by the Spirit.
I like to pride myself on my sanguine character. I think I am helpful. I call myself open-minded. Yet, I wrote about my difficulties with my MIL. She did absolutely nothing to provoke that post. She came to help and I complained.
I had a hard time in the beginning because I was tired. I have a newborn for Heaven’s sake! I also tend to be over anxious. I like to do things my way. I dwell on people’s mistakes far too long (and often). (I also forget my flaws. Isn’t that easy?)
A couple days after I wrote about my difficulties with visitors, I had an experience. My MIL and I were discussing God. We both consider ourselves Christian. We belong to different churches, but believe in Jesus Christ’s doctrines. During this discussion, I received a revelation. How could I call myself a Christian if I am unwilling to overlook people’s faults? How can I behold the mote that is in my brother’s eye, but disregard the beam that is in my own eye?
This question struck my heart. I needed to hear it. I needed to feel it. So, I took a blogging break. I decided to devote my time to my MIL. I am so glad I did that. Her last week here was wonderful. When it came time to say good-bye, sorrow overtook me. I will miss her sweet comments, her devotion to the Queen and Manly, and her help. Most of all I will miss seeing her. I don’t know if I will ever live in the same town (or same state) as her, but if I do I will be ecstatic.
P.S. I will be spending the next week becoming reacquainted with all of you.
P.P.S. Happy (late) Thanksgiving!