Crusty layers of spaghetti sauce cover Avidan's body,
with a sigh and a wet washcloth in hand,
I gently scrub my little boy hoping that eventually, he won't be tinted red.
I AM TIRED
The dishes in the sink are overflowing, remnants of the morning's breakfast offering a discouraging reminder that I had forgotten to run the dishwasher,
and now have double the work to do after the children are in bed.
I HAVE A HEADACHE
Clothing sits piled high upon my couch,
waiting to be sorted, folded, and packed for camp.
I haven't even completed half of the packing list yet.
I WISH I WERE GOING ON VACATION TOO
On the table is my checkbook.
The one I haven't balanced in several months.
I FEEL LIKE WATCHING TV
Weeds have taken over my garden and are beginning to suffocate my plants.
The beauty of our landscaping is quickly becoming an eyesore.
I WOULD LOVE A MASSAGE
My Bible, sits undisturbed on the coffee table.
My mind fights the desire to pick it up.
"I have too much to do already, I can't take time to read right now."
I break down, tears flowing from my eyes.
Weeping, I cry out...
"I can't do it all, I am exhausted."
A still small voice responds...
"You are right, Satin.
You can't do it all.
You need a Savior.
My grace is sufficient for you,
for my power is made perfect in weakness."
I pause for a moment in silence, reflecting.
I slowly walk over, pick up my Bible and open it.
Under my breath I whisper...
HELP ME, LORD.
As I read the words on the page in front of me,
I break down again.
This time with laughter,
rejoicing in God's gentle reminder to me,
a sinner with a wonderful Savior.
"...I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses,
so that Christ's power may rest on me.
... I delight in weaknesses,
in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties.
For when I am weak, then I am strong."
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
Humbly, I bow my head and close my eyes,
uttering the only words that seem appropriate...
"Thank you, Lord."
