Seriously? I. Don't. Get. It. !!!

Sometimes, I just don't understand life. I have been thrown some serious curveballs lately in life. I am truly having a streak of bad luck. No kidding.

I won't go into too much detail, but I did want to mention that I tweaked my knee-again!-playing volleyball this week. This is the second time this season, so I have finally consented to making an appointment, and will more than likely have my knee scoped and possibly have surgery. Arrggh!

Because of this injury, I spent Tuesday night in some of the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life. Worse than childbirth, I tell you. I couldn't sleep because I was in too much pain. I couldn't get comfortable. To top it off, my two children woke up repeatedly during the night, and I couldn't even help them. My sweet husband, who had to wake up at 4:00 am for work, was up hour after hour with the kids. So, none of us got any sleep. And, none of us were happy.

For this reason, I have started to throw myself a pity party, but my husband told me it has to end. Now. He says I'm not a nice person when I go to this party, and he reminds me that life isn't so bad. He's right, you know. I just wish it were that easy.

Honestly, I consider myself a positive person. Hopelessly optimistic. I had never had an inkling of depression until after my father died in Dec. 2007. That, I believe, is when the seed was planted. Just a small one, but recognizably planted. I am now aware that it can affect anyone, in any stage of life.

But, before the 'feeling-sorry-for-myself' gets out of control, the Lord always helps me put things back into perspective. And would you believe that the perspective usually comes as the result of death? Ironic, isn't it?

I found out, very unfortunately, that my new neighbors lost their only child in a tragic ATV accident on Monday. I don't know them, but my heart mourns with them. I don't understand why things like this have to happen.

It's just too bad that we can't see small snippets into the future. Had I known that I was going to blow my knee on Tuesday night, I wouldn't have played volleyball. And surely, had this young boy's mom known that her son would die in a traumatic accident just prior to the ending of their weekend trip, she would not have let him take one last ride on his ATV. I know these two events can't even be compared to one another, but the point still stands. Sometimes, I just wish we knew what we were getting into. You know?

I guess we do know what we were getting into when we agreed to journey in this mortal existence, but it doesn't seem to make things any easier.