I’m Blessed

This weekend, I was very thankful for rain.  It kept my husband out of the field, and me out of the vegetable garden.  I mean, it’s good to be in the field/garden, but it bought me a little time.

Knut said they needed rain, and when the ground gets what it needs to, you usually get a happy farmer.

On Friday afternoon, Knut came was home (unplanned) and asked if there was anything I wanted to get done that he could help me with.  I asked if I could go to the library alone to finish up the editing/grading of the Ginger Cardigan.  So he stayed home with the 4 kids, and I had 3 blissful quiet hours in town by myself.  I of course went to the yarn store for a few minutes since they like to be in the loop of my upcoming pattern releases, but then I went to the library.

I don’t think I’ve held onto one thought and worked on one project that long interrupted since I was in college.  I got all the math and editing done, but it was all done with my paper and pencil.  Now all that’s left is transferring all my work to the computer, and would appreciate some prayers that none of my kids would destroy the hard copy I finished before I get it onto the hard drive.  That’s a pretty high priority for today.

I got a current cyst checked out at the clinic.  It turns out my gut was wrong and it’s not a “funny” cyst like I had before that required removal.  That was a big relief!  It was just a normal, run of the mill, “simple cyst” that I get all the time and should rupture on it’s own.  It does make me hurt.  What’s worse is it does make me moody, for some odd reason.

Poor Knut has had to deal with me snapping at him for the smallest things.  After almost 10 years of marriage (and dealing with ovarian cysts) I noticed last night that he’s learned to diffuse me like the bomb squad.  I bit his head off last night for making a small comment about how I haven’t been making much bread this last week, and he’s sick of the store bought stuff.  I think it was more a vent about rising food costs in our house. It was a stupid comment, but not worthy of the explosion that came from me.  I went off about how busy we have been, and I have to be home to make bread.  Poor guy had to hear me rant for nearly 30 minutes before I realized what I was doing.  (If you see Knut, you may want to give him a hug.) 

He diffused the situation.  He said he was sorry (that’s something we had to work on early in our marriage.  When we were first married, we had the issue where he thought it was enough to be sorry, and therefore it was unnecessary to say he was sorry.)  Then he hugs me, and tells me I’m beautiful, which I’m pretty certain I was not at that time.  He seems to always know when it’s me talking, and when it’s the cyst talking.

I’m blessed to have Knut.  I was blessed to get the satisfaction of finishing some big projects and having some  much needed alone time.  And as always, I’m blessed to be forgiven.

If you want to join in and say how God has blessed you, you can leave a comment to share with the class, and/or leave a link to your own blog post about how you’ve been blessed.  There’s no shame in praising God.