For the Weary

For you sweet sister.  Yes you, the one who wondering how you’ll ever make it through the day. 

For those days when the floor and your feet meet in the morning and the first step feels like a trek up Kilimanjaro instead of the flat plains of carpet.  For the first glance in the mirror and the weary and exhausted that is the one staring back.

He knows.

For those days when you wish you could find a way to mainline caffeine and you burn your tongue gulping that first steamy sip.  For the questions that come long before they should, the requests for money, and paper, and lunch, and oh by the way did you know mom? 

He knows.

For those days when you find yourself sitting in the bottom of your shower because you’re not quite certain your legs can hold you up.  When you lean your head against the cool tile and wish the shower and hot water could last forever.

He knows.

For those days when your options for dinner include ground beef, ground beef and more ground beef.   When the fridge looks more like biological warfare than healthy, nutritious options and the thought of heading to grocery store has you curling in the fetal position.

He knows.

For those days when the toilet is the most comfortable seat because the bathroom is the only room in the house with a door that locks.  When you wonder whether or not your conversations will be about more than poop and pee and those days when you think vomit flows as free as the Amazon.  

He knows.
 
For those days when the tired rests on your shoulders and the weary hangs heavy on your eyes but you know that you can. not. stop. because sleep will overtake you and ain’t nobody got time for that.  When you feel like parenting should be an Olympic sport, sort of like marathons, because really they’re just the same.  Right?

He knows.

For those days when tumble weeds roll out your Bible because it lays silent as the grave in the ghost town that is your prayer closet.  When the only prayers you can manage is “Really, God?  This?” and “Dear God, why now?”

He knows.

For those days when your head finally hits the pillow and you wish for your happy place yet sleep eludes you because every time you close your eyes your unfinished “to-do” list is forever etched on the backs of your eyelids.

He knows.

There is nothing in your day sister that He has not experienced.  No worry, no anger, no anxiety, no weary that He himself has not been through.  When the Son of God became the Son of Man, when he slipped from heaven into human form he wore your worry, anger, anxiety and weary like a garment.

He wore it to the cross and all of it He held with His arms outstretched and in between the nails. 

He knows.

 

4 Comments

  1. Just wow! How did I miss this post? So glad Alia linked to it… what a treasure!!! This… you… (her… Him!)

    Love you, my friend!

  2. I also came via Alia. This is really comforting stuff, thank you.

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