This has been an exhausting couple of weeks…our daughter, who is four has been waking up almost every night and, in turn, has been waking us up almost every night. I am tired and feeling pulled in multiple directions. I need to be available for my family, I need time to recharge myself, I need to keep up with the house, I need to work on my business. All the competing priorities and lack of sleep have left me feeling hollowed out.
I woke up one morning after a particularly bad night with our daughter and I stared into my coffee…I mean, what do you pray when the overwhelm is so much and you just want to run away?
After some deep exhaling, I found my heart whispering this…
Breathe life into the work of my hands…may the loads of laundry, the dishes, and the vacuuming establish this home as a place of rest.
Animate my weary soul…in spite of all my tiredness, reawaken me to the joy of my sweet children.
Increase my margin…as I pour out what little I have for my family, may it multiply and may it be a blessing.
There is rest to be found on these hard days. Because it is not in my own striving (to be the mama who does all the things and checks all the boxes), but rather, rest comes when I realize that Jesus brings to life whatever I can offer. I do what I can with what I have and He does the rest.
O Lord our God, let your sweet beauty rest upon us and give us favor. Come work with us, and then our works will endure, and give us success in all we do.Psalm 90:17