Yesterday I was teetering with the idea of giving my kids up for adoption. Juuuuuust kidding. BUT! to say that they've been a little whiny, overly dramatic, in a constant state of fighting, doing everything that kids this age typically do, blah blah blah would be an understatement. This momma needs more patience!
Oh well. I decided to keep them.
So last week was a doozy in terms of appointments, festivities, etc. We got a final test done (for now) for Sophie's ears. She failed the same test she's failed always in the left ear, but the conclusion for now is this: she can hear. Praise God! There is the thought that her left inner ear workings, etc, might be smaller than average...that maybe there's a sharp curve/twist in that canal that's preventing her from passing the test. All-in-all, there isn't anything we can do right now. She's hearing enough, even if at a lower level or muffled, and all is well. Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your prayers and concern. I truly believe we have this news rather than news of hearing loss because of the power of prayer.
And, if you're having a bad day, just wear your brother's Thomas undies, and see your frown turn upside down!
Onto the other part of this post...so, I feel like anytime I just talk from the heart, there is a tiny bit of nervousness on my end that others feel I'm whining or complaining, which is the very last thing I want to do. I just use this platform so often for sharing my heart, our life (however mundane it may be at the time), and thoughts be they deep or shallow. Anyway, here goes...
I always struggle with wondering if I'm doing the right thing - especially this time of year, when life is just busier in general. In particular, I wonder if this blog is worth it...worth the time spent writing/taking photos, worth the small amount of time it takes from my family but on the flip side the release it gives me, worth putting it all out there when to me it often feels like I'm not doing much more than providing an online scrapbook...and who is more interested in that than me? No one.
So, with that said, it's a constant struggle, if you will. But then this happened...
I was in Mass in a nearby community on All Saints Day, and a lady I knew awhile back (I knew her daughter in high school), came up, out of the blue, to tell me how much the blog meant to her, how thankful she was that I was sharing my life through it, and simply that she was thankful. The next day, I ran into someone in town who asked if I was from The Fisk Files and went on to say how much she loved reading it. Then, I received a comment from a reader who said something along the same lines.
I don't say any of this brag, but more so to say this...thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for taking the time to comment. Thank you for sharing your heart. Why? Because it means so much to me. It means the world to me to know that in some teeny, tiny way words off of this page can help bless you. I may not always keep this blog up. I have definitely been through dry spells. And, in time it just may fade away, but for now, it's here, and it is what it is.
Thank you all for helping me see it's always nice to say the good things you think of. You never know when it will be exactly something that someone is needing to hear...an affirmation when they are questioning, a bit of love when they are struggling, just a little glimpse of the way in which He connects us and the tiny bit of encouragement needed to press on.
Thank you...for reading, for loving me and my little family and for blessing me in ways you may never know.
Make today a great one...and let that someone you've been meaning to tell how much they mean to you hear it today. I promise they need to hear it just as much as you need to say it!