I’m all dried up. It’s true. I think the sleep deprivation from having an infant has finally caught up to me; that coupled with my 2 other kids waking up at the ungodly hour of 5:45. It’s hard to think. It’s hard to focus. I know it’s only a season and to enjoy them while they’re young but- it’s a tough season, and sometimes it’s even harder to enjoy.
Yes there are moments where I look into each of their eyes and I smile and cry a little because I love them so much. Yes I love their little questions and their little antics. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t another side to the coin. It’s a mixed bag- a wonderful mixed bag of craziness.
Being a mother of 3 is a little bit of this and a little bit of that- sometimes more of this, sometimes more of that.
It seems like everyday is spent kinda lookin up at God periodically and sighing with a half smile because I’m just so spent.
But I like to think that God is looking at me and saying ‘I know it’s hard, I see your struggle’. But not just I know and I see- I know, I see, and I’m with you- your not alone.
And I’m not- I’m not alone. I feel alone sometimes- but I’m not. Right before I had Greta in January I felt like God told me during worship time one Sunday that he would go with me, and I’m reminded of that from day to day.
I’m not alone, it may be a tough season and it may feel overwhelming at times but He says He’ll go with me, and what could be more helpful than that?
