Have you found yourself running on empty with no time for rest, no time for self, no time for God?
Me, too. I've gotten pretty good at surviving — an expert at figuring out how to do things right and do them well. I'm not stranger to working hard, swallowing whatever might get me down, and pushing thorough.
I am a good thinker. I manage, cope and please.
I am pretty decent, I think, at taking care of everyone and everything else — except my heart and me.
My heart is weary. Most of the time, I don’t know what is wrong. So I tell myself that nothing is wrong.
That I’m fine.
But, deep down, I’m really not.
My story is really every mommy's story. Because every one of us has felt burned out and tired. We longs to dream...to feed our soul...to rest. Yet we often put ourselves to the side, during the times we need rest the most.
Why is rest so hard?