Why Impossible Days?

I'm sitting here in the dark, the rest of the house asleep, and I'm wondering why some days are so impossible? Why do some days just have to suck the life out of you, leave you drained and exhausted, both physically and mentally, not to mention emotionally.  Yesterday was one of those days for me. Although I cannot go into detail, let's just say I'm at least ten years older this morning than I was yesterday. I can say that it had nothing to do with any of the kids, just a day that never should have been. A day that I wish we could have just passed through as ghosts. Untouchable and invisible. Yesterday was a day that shook me like a rag doll and tossed me to the side of the road.  Completely unnecessary cr*p, sums it up.


Or was it?


Was it necessary for some reason,to go to hell and back in about four short hours. Was it really a part of His plan? I always pride myself on saying that nothing ever happens without a reason. Jesus has his hand in everything, there are no mistakes or coincidences. 
If that is true, than what happened yesterday was meant to happen, we needed it to happen. 
 I can say this about yesterday, it was a situation that we didn't see coming, and looked like there was no way out. A serious , life altering, and not for the better, situation. It had the makings of being absolutely disastrous. But as the events of the day unfolded, and it looked as if we were... and forgive me, but completely screwed, I started to see His hand.


We were brought to the edge yesterday.  We were taking a  path that was not good for us. Although we didn't realize it, and neglected to see the warning signs. I do believe Jesus used some tough love on us. And let me tell you we heard Him loud and clear.
I feel like the whole day, and I don't mean any disrespect here, I am just lacking the words to convey how I feel, but I feel like the day was a complete set up. I feel like we were absolutely never in control and Jesus orchestrated every terrifying second of  the day. With all intentions of "taking care" of us and never letting us be harmed. Almost like when a child doesn't listen and a parent warns, "if you don't stay with me you're going to get lost".And of course the child wanders off again, leaving the parent with no choice but to teach their child a lesson. They hide, making the child think they were left behind. The fear overwhelms the child and although a tough lesson, it is a  lesson learned, and the child never wanders away again. 

Both Peter and I will forever and without a doubt always remember yesterday as one of the worst days of our lives. Hands Down! And I'm sorry for the veil of mystery here but I just cannot give out details as other people were involved.
But a lesson was learned and a message was heard, and the children will never wander again...