|morning office on our new back patio, overlooking the house of poets living at the end of our driveway|
I am exhausted in every way it is possible to be exhausted.
On its own parenting, four kids at desperate, delightful, discovering and demanding ages of 15, 17, 19 and 21 would wear me out. Add the rest and I'm on the crackling edge of breakdown most of the time.
I am begging God for rest. He promised it. He said if I come to Jesus, He will give me rest. I'm trying to listen for the words I've not heard yet to solve this riddle.
For right now, the only answer I have is to say no unless I know I'm supposed to say yes.
I'm going to say no to almost everything this summer. Of course, my yes to Brian, my kids, and for now, my job are a given. Thanks be to God for the grace that makes room for me to say no to so many good things.
On the blog, I'm thinking that means I'll show up here when it fits into the rest I'm so desperately seeking. If it crosses your prayerful mind to lift me to the Father, I'd gladly receive your gift of intercession.
You have been dear to me for seven years. I am blessed to share this space with you.
May God receive pleasure from my trusting in Him for rest. May He, through His Son and by His Spirit, make it so.
Peace and grace, dear ones,