And I choose to look at one day’s agenda at a time.
And my logic tells me that this is a “season”, not forever.
And I breathe.
And I thank.
Because I know, I alone do not have the strength.
Life is full and life is given. Our three wonderful blessings in the shape of small people each have their own sport season currently. Basketball season requires roughly 8 hours a week. Gymnastics season requires 12 hours of normal gym time, not including competitions. Swim team requires 8 hours a week, including meet weekends. And these little people need to eat. And they need clean clothes. And they need snuggle time, homework time, and just hang time. And I want to be a part of all of it. And I can’t. I’m not even supposed to. I’m to trust in His provisions. And He HAS provided!
And I return home tonight around 7:30. I spend time with the girls while the boys are at basketball. And I change my clothes, and I run on the treadmill. And it’s a gift of “download” time. And I think about a “discussion” we need to have with our son as to a decision he made today. And I pray for guidance, because that’s what God asks me to do as a Mom. Guide to Him. And our son’s heart is open, broken, and he receives.
And I spend a few moments, just talking about life with my soul mate. And we share our hearts, as weary as we may be. And I recognize, and I desperately desire to remember. I want to shift my sight to Him, and I want less attention on me. How do I have the strength to run? I don’t. He gives. I receive. Rest is not something owed to me, it’s something found in Him.
And I choose to brag on Him. And I choose to praise Him. And I choose to look just at today, the next moment. And I choose to recognize the thoughts that whisper lies, and call them lies, and replace them with truth. And in my weariness, I turn to praise and thankfulness. And IN Him, I find rest.