Drudge. Trudge. Drudge.
Pushing through every day feels like climbing a mountain. Go to bed. Wake up. Repeat.
I don't mean to sound joyless. I just feel discouraged and overwhelmed a lot of the time. Most days I feel like doing nothing. I'm nauseous most all the time and utterly exhausted. And yet the demands of meal making, diaper changing, baby cleaning, clothes washing continue.
Every day I pray for grace to make it through the day.
I struggle with panic attacks.
AND YET MY FAITHFUL GOD IS HOLDING ME.
I worked out at the Y today. Zumba really gets me going. I fed my children. I gave them their meds. I played with them. I read from the Psalms today. I feel like David constantly crying out to God out of desperation. What a great reminder to hear from a man who was literally being pursued by enemies that God is our refuge, our strength, our very present help in times of trouble.
So while my steps feel like lead I cling to my NEVER changing, ever good, just God. He is the same today, tomorrow and forever. He is my hope and my song in sorrow.
He is transforming me into His likeness. May I bring Him glory in the midst of the mundane. And while I drudge, trudge, drudge may my feet lighten as He carries my burdens.
I don't mean to sound joyless. I just feel discouraged and overwhelmed a lot of the time. Most days I feel like doing nothing. I'm nauseous most all the time and utterly exhausted. And yet the demands of meal making, diaper changing, baby cleaning, clothes washing continue.
Every day I pray for grace to make it through the day.
I struggle with panic attacks.
AND YET MY FAITHFUL GOD IS HOLDING ME.
I worked out at the Y today. Zumba really gets me going. I fed my children. I gave them their meds. I played with them. I read from the Psalms today. I feel like David constantly crying out to God out of desperation. What a great reminder to hear from a man who was literally being pursued by enemies that God is our refuge, our strength, our very present help in times of trouble.
So while my steps feel like lead I cling to my NEVER changing, ever good, just God. He is the same today, tomorrow and forever. He is my hope and my song in sorrow.
He is transforming me into His likeness. May I bring Him glory in the midst of the mundane. And while I drudge, trudge, drudge may my feet lighten as He carries my burdens.
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