The Dentist, the Podiatrist and the Dermatologist

I must be getting old...I spent one morning this week at the dentist having my bite rechecked since a filling last week (finally replaced that silver one from high school), went from there to the podiatrist to have an ingrown toenail worked on and then to the dermatologist for this silly hormonal/stress induced break out on my face.  Seriously....how OLD am I?  Not THAT old I say.  The day before this I had 2 boys home sick, one with a sinus infection and the other with strep throat.  It has been one of those weeks.

It has been a stressful couple of weeks  month.  Various things have led to the stress around here, but trust me...it has been out of my norm.  I realized I am NOT good with stress, not that I EVER have been.  But I really am NOT good at it.  I lose sight of what REALLY matters too quickly.  This past year has brought on more stress than possibly any other season of life...and I am STILL not very good at it.  I have SO far to go to have that unwavering faith.

A friend sent me to this truth this week...just what I needed. I thought maybe I should write it in this blog as a reminder for myself.  Perhaps I should get it tattooed on my arm, or back...(Mom/Dad, I am just kidding).

Psalm 121 

1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

3 He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.

5 The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.

7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.