Sunday, October 9, 2011
I get tired. There. I said it.
I get tired. Me. Supermom. Yep, that's the one. I get tired.
My children drive me nuts.
I'm worried about money.
I'm worried about my husband's health.
I wonder how much longer my own fibromyalgia stricken body will hold out.
I wonder if I have done one single thing to make a difference in this world.
I feel like a failure.
I am burned out.
I live life day to day trying to be positive. I want to be a "sunny, happy-go-lucky, carefree, everything is fine in my world, happy home-maker." More often I am sure I come across as "grumpy, sleepy, and dopey, doomed, despaired, and desperate."
Ain't it good that we serve a God who is bigger than all that -
a God who says, "cast your cares upon me"
a God who says, "come to me and rest"
a God who says, "I know the plans I have for you to prosper and not harm you.
a God who says, "I will never leave you nor forsake you.
a God who crafted the tiniest details of this great big universe, but still counts the number of hairs on my head.
I am thankful that when I am discouraged, God is always there. When I fall, He scoops me up, dusts me off, and loves me just the same.
I am not a failure.
I never could be.
Because I am His.