I feel like a lemon that’s been squeezed of every last drop then tossed into the garbage disposal expected to somehow spread freshness and joy throughout my home! Hah! Like that’ll happen!
Ya know….sometimes…..don’t you just wish YOU could be on the receiving end of a little grace and kindness?
Instead, today I’m wrung out. Empty. A dry well. Thirsty for the spring that never runs dry. But sometimes it takes God reaching down low in the valley to pull me up by my discouraged soul because today I haven’t the strength to even meet Him half way.
Not one more demand. Not one more question or crisis.
Only answers, solutions…sweetness. Is there such a place?
Actually….in all honesty…..I wrote the above rant a couple days ago when it seemed the floor beneath me was slowly slipping away.
I’ve recovered a bit since then. Taken a few deep breaths. Let the old heart rate return to normal as I slowly release my inner Super-Mom.
I’m slowly releasing it to God. I could never meet the demand, so I’m handing over the responsibility to the only One who can.
Why do we women bog ourselves down with more “Sure, I can do that” promises, even to ourselves, than one gal could ever fulfill, then struggle with guilt and remorse when we can’t quite meet the task? Do we somehow possess the power to add a few more hours to the clock?
We don’t want to seem anything less than stellar by declining an opportunity to jump the farthest, run the fastest, climb the highest.
Only God can do it all!
So today, I’m standing on the mountain top shouting over the rim of my coffee cup….no, I’m quietly encouraging you to release your inner Super-Mom to the One standing before you ready to receive it all.
Praying for a blessed, stress-free day for you (and me) today, in Jesus’ name. Amen J
I called to the LORD, who is worthy of praise,
and I have been saved from my enemies.
The cords of death entangled me;
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
The cords of the grave coiled around me;
the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called to the LORD;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.
(Psalm 18:3-6) NIV