I broke into my stash of Easter basket goodies today. My toddler is running around the house bouncing off the furniture begging, “Mommy, please go outside?” It is not an outside day… it’s cold and windy. I needed a good distraction for him. I needed 30 minutes of quiet to regather myself. To finish drinking the coffee I have now re-microwaved four times. To prioritize all the things that needed to be done and wonder where I was going to find the time and energy to do them.
As I sit with my head cupped in my hands, I find comfort closing my eyes for a moment.
Oh Lord, I’m so tired, and my kids have so much energy! So So much energy!
He softly smiles, you can do this. I will help. Lean on me.
I don’t have the patience for these little ones today. The crumbs, the spills, the crying, the mess. It all seems just too much.
Just as your little ones run to you for comfort, come to me. The enemy seeks to distract you, to whisper lies to you, to discourage you… but my grace is enough for you! Come to me with your weakness, I will help you.
A tub of play-doh from the Easter basket was a much needed break for my body. A moment this morning to cry out to Jesus was much needed comfort for my spirit.