Short and sweet.
I’m fighting allergies. Have been for almost two weeks now and it is getting old.
My baby has been up at least once a night, sometimes for two hours, every night since Thursday.
I am tired.
My body is tired. My mind is tired. My spirit is tired.
All you momma know how it goes. You are doing the job that you are called and created for. The job you love. But you are tired and weary and the littlest thing sets you spiraling out of control. A pile of useless emotions and tears.
That’s where I am at today.
I went back to bed with Jeremiah and slept until 9am. Something I never do!! My girls were amazing and everyone was up and fed and ready for school when I woke up. School wasn’t the smoothest we’ve ever had but we got it done.
Now the kids are eating lunch. Or I really should say junk! Frozen corn dogs, chips and to ease my mind a little I threw some fruit cocktail and corn on their plates. Not my most rock star meals.
But, I love my job. God has called me to this job and has gifted me accordingly. I am trying to focus on that today. He hasn’t called me to anything He won’t give me the power to do. So, today, I am living in His power. And trusting and praying that He will do so much more with this day for His honor and glory than I can in my own strength.
Ugh, I hate those days! I have too many of my own that’s for sure. We will pray for you. Today is one of those days for Silas, I guess we all have them.
You have a beautiful family! Those days do happen…but they sure make the normal days look good, eh? May the Lord continue to bless you and your family as you dwell in Him!
I probably should have mentioned that I just found your blog! I’m not certain by way of which blog I was just reading….but am glad to have found you! I’m looking forward to reading thru your posts.
Just because God called you to do it, that does not guarantee you will always be feeling it. Love is an action not a feeling.
On a side note, moms of many in Franklin county MO need to get out with their kids more. Three times this week I was out with my youngest 6 and I was told I had my hands full. I usually have a witty reply but I tried instead to smile or look at them like they were crazy. Yes, I have my hands full but they could at least hold the door open for us.