It's been one of those days.
Weeks.
Months.
My husband has been gone a lot.
The kids have been just plain hard to homeschool.
I'm a pregnant, emotional ball of energy-less discomfort.
The other day, I lost it.
I cried for an hour.
I felt like a failure.
I felt like all my efforts in life were for nothing.
I spiraled.
I cried out.
Father God, Jesus, Holy Spirit, help me.
I'm in a bad way.
And He did.
I looked up and out.
I looked down and in.
He was right here.
He centered me.
Again.
He is everything good that comes out of me.
He is the Strength and Grace that guides me through seasons like living in a fifth-weel as a family of six for eight months.
He is the reason that takes my breath away every time I watch our babies sleep, look up to the towering mountains, witness dead winter transform into spring that bursts with life.
He is the love that brought a dear friend over that night, with dinner and a kind, listening ear.
He is the love that brought a dear friend over that night, with dinner and a kind, listening ear.
He is the One who gives the energy and life that sustains me.
He is beauty.
He is love.
He is protective.
I delight in Him.
I cling to Him.
He extends His invitation of unconditional love and affection to every human being.
I say yes.
I always say yes.
He overwhelms me with His goodness.
