I’m not sure I’ve ever been so glad that it’s Friday…bearing that Friday means the weekend will be completely opposite of the past week. It’s been one of those. Dooooooooo-zeeeeee.
I have no doubt that pregnancy hormones have exacerbated things. I can also freely admit that my little handful of grievances and issues pale in comparison to 90% of the rest of the world’s problems and heart aches. BUT, it’s still just been a tough week.
Parenting is not for the feint of heart. Relationships aren’t for the feint of heart. Life is not for the feint of heart.
in the midst of the ick, I’m attempting to be grateful…
I’m thankful for…
…a sweet husband who will sit and talk through parenting issues with you, brainstorm solutions, solidify our team with his words and his vows and his prayers, and then hug the stuffing out of you until you can’t breathe (because of your burgeoning belly).
…for friends who will pray with you and for you and encourage you and support you.
…for people who consistently show me how I don’t want to be when I grow up.
…for sweet little girls and boys who love their mommy no matter how much of a failure she feels like she is.
…for opportunities to show grace and to be a woman of my word, because I’ve been on the receiving end of the opposite of that…and it ain’t pretty.
…for the promise that His mercies are new every morning.
…for the fact that I don’t have to be tomorrow who I am today.
…for the way I can groan in the Spirit and He hears my cries and gently leads me on.
…for the way weekends with my teammate bring renewal for me.
I have much more to be grateful for than I have to complain about – that is not lost on me, for sure – but here’s to hoping (still) for a better strings of days…