A Weary Week

I'm desperate.  I feel as though the wave is coming and about to crash over me and knock me down.  Today, I am in a desperate state for my Savior.  I need his love, his gentle voice, and his incredible strength to finish the day.

My chores have fallen to the wayside as I have had to spend extra care discipling my children this week (being stuck inside for multiple days tends to bring out this extra time of care).  I am also moving slower because of the weariness of my body.  I am longing for the day when I can have perfect rest.

Let me describe the current state of my home, I have laundry stacked in front of the washing machine, toys and papers litering the living room floor, dishes to pull out of the dishwasher and dishes to put back in.  The weeds are on the verge of taking over my garden and flower beds. The babe is screaming his heart out (he has a full tummy and a clean diaper - so he is not being neglected), my other son is fussing because he doesn't want to take his nap, and the other three children are spread out around the house reading books.  Why is the babe crying?  Because he has chosen this week to not sleep unless he is concurrently nursing.  Therefore, mommy has not had sleep.  Thus, my great desperation for Christ.  I am trying, Really I am.

Today I must fall back.  I must take extra care to guard my lips.  Weariness is Satan's opportunity to cause me to become angry at my children, to hurt them and tear them down with my words.  I must take extra care to keep moving.  It is important for me to get to doing the next thing that needs to be done.  Today is not the day to start a new project, but a day to bathe in prayer and communion with my Lord.  Only in Christ can I accomplish that which needs to be completed. 

What joy I find in knowing that God is my strength, and my help when I am in need.  He is the lifter up of my soul, and he gives rest for the weary soul.  Without Christ, I would be as other moms, upset with my husband because I think I need a break, rushing out of the house to get out with friends as soon as he returns home.  Leaving the house a mess to irritate him. I would be seeking refreshment in friends and in drink, only to have all the struggles return the next day.  As a believer, I can find perfect peace in Christ knowing that nothing has been given me which we cannot face together, even if it means facing it without sleep :)

Jesus is a rock in a weary land!

Weary land! Weary land!

Jesus is a rock in a weary land!

Shelter in the time of storm!

Now that I'm done writing, the babe has ceased his crying, and I must go on to the next think - loading the laundry.