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?
I already feel like this and mine isn't even here yet (due September 22). Hopefully I can take control of those feelings once he arrives.
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