Rest.

Friends, sometimes being a working mom is hard. Not because being a SAHM is any easier. But because my kitchen floor is nasty. And my laundry is growing, literally. And we just took a spaghetti bath and then a real bath. And the weekend ends in a few hours. And even if I started now I wouldn't finish Monday's to-do list at work. And it's all looming. And Pinterest has moms whose floors shimmer after dinner and dishes shine after they dine. And somehow, I feel like I am doing many things but none of them well. And I'm exhausted. After my Sabbath. And a date night. Still so very tired. I'm unsure if I'll have the energy for Monday.  Because I'm still recovering from not fastening my seatbelt tight enough for last Monday.  And I am sure you all feel it, too, this overwhelm of the heart and soul every time the ebb and flow of the to-do and to-be climaxes at "cannot physically make this all happen at once." And so, can we pray? For each other? For rest. For peace. For the relief from anxiety. For calm in the storm. For fresh air. For opportunities. For grace. For glimpses of hope. For waves of joy. After all, these things from Him are how we survive. They are how we make it in this world. In His grace, by His strength, through His provision, with His joy. Life is hard sometimes. And impossible. But God is good. So we wake and thank Him for this day, even this incoming Monday. We declare that He hath made it. And that we will rejoice. And then we take one step after another under the shadow of His wing. Wrap me in prayer, loves, and I will wrap you. And our journey to the next Sabbath will only make us stronger by bringing us closer in dependence to Him.