The sleepless nights, the long days, the endless chores, the spilled milk have taken its toll. My mental capacity has plummeted. The time I'm able to spend on hobbies, books, exercise, and friends have also decreased. I get discouraged Praying. Praying. Praying. for the same things, people, and circumstances.
I'm not complaining. I love my job as a SAHM and am thankful for my kids, my husband, my life. But this is my reality.
My mom sent me a link to this song awhile back and I recently stumbled across it on another blog.
So I continue to wait on dreams that I know came from Him, until I know it's time to move forward.
Meanwhile...
The laundry will wait until midnight.
The oatmeal will stay on the floor until after bedtime.
The front yard will remain a
Phone calls will be unanswered.
I have hearts to mold, shape and grow.
The mess and chaos doesn't have to control me, my attitude, or my actions.
Some day I will look back on these days of spilled milk, watermelon juice, and dirt tracks and smile.
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