I dropped the little ones off this morning. Then I slept all day. I am not used to short people who require constant supervision or 3 am breathing treatments. It’s all new and at times, frightening. Sometimes I think I must be supermom, other times I think I am a blooming idiot. The truth is I am somewhere in the middle.
I keep asking the kids…
are you okay with this?
are you sure?
In a weaker moment I huddled in my bathtub while they mercifully slept and I cried out to God…”Did I hear you right? Is this really what you have called us to?? Cuz I am tired and a little inept and a lot afraid.”
I was gently reminded of a verse:
James 1:27- Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble….
The conversation continued throughout the weekend…
what about my kids?
they are safest in my will….
I’m not sure I am strong enough to do this…
My strength is made perfect in weakness…
I will give you rest.