I haven’t got up early for a few days. Haven’t been praying. Or doing my study.
I’m tired. Especially right now as I lay in bed and feel the weight of the day pressing on me. What a long day. It as a good day, but busy and exhausting.
I snapped at my kids during supper. I felt the pressure of the entire day in that moment and I reached a bit of a breaking point.
It’s not pretty. It’s not easy.. But I admit it. I hope you don’t read this blog and feel like I’ve got it all together, because I don’t.
I wonder at the worth of what I’m striving toward. When I fail. When I’m so tired.
But I know that I’m growing. I know that God is slowly changing me. I know what kind of mom and wife I want to be. And I know it is worth it.
Even though I fail. Even though I want to give up. I know that fighting for a cure is better than lying down and dying.
I hope you know that too.