Yesterday was one of those days… one of those days where your 2 year old is begging and begging for porridge for breakfast, and then falls apart when she gets porridge for breakfast…one of those days when your 6 month old is grizzling because she can’t keep up with her big sister, and she’s teething, and she’s not allowed to eat all the tiny bits of fluff she finds on the ground… one of those days where you’ve only had a few hours of sleep and none of them where together…one of those days where the never-endingness gets to you…temper’s flare, tears are shed and everyone’s left feeling tired and hard done by.
It was a far from perfect day, but then none of us are perfect. I’m not perfect. I know that’s true, but days like this prove it. I get to the end of the day, frustrated and ashamed that, again, I was less than the mother I want to be for my children, the wife I want to be for my husband, the woman that both deserve. I’m tired and grumpy and worn out…
“Come to me all you that labor and are burdened, and I will refresh you.”
That’s why I fall short. I forget to turn to Him for help. He that is so patient, so kind, so loving, all that I want to be for my family. Who better to turn to for these things? If God can be so with me, surely I can try harder to be these for my husband, my children?
Not only is He patient, kind and loving, He is also forgiving, oh so forgiving! So today I try again, a little humbler, with His help.