I Hit A Wall.

I hit a wall the other day and just started to cry.

I mean, I didn't run into a wall and black my other eye or anything (but don't be surprised with the roll I'm on lately!) ... I'm speaking figuratively here.

I woke up and cried. I texted Husby at work and cried. I called my mom and cried. I just cried.

See, my boys and I have been sick for what seems like an eternity.  We were sick with various things for most of February, then I had a major neck injury that had me down for almost 2 weeks, and then we got sick again.  Levi and I have the sore throat/head junk (again), and Ezra had a scary high fever (up to 105) for a couple days with no explanation.  Husby has had to work for the past 20 days straight. TWENTY! He leaves at 5:30am and not back until 7pm-ish, sometimes later.  It's just been hard.  And exhausting.  And quite frankly, I was just tired.

I'm not one to hit walls.  I kind of just keep on trekking and smiling my way through things.  It takes a lot to get me "down".  But y'all .... this has been different.  Seeing my babies hurt, and not feeling well myself for weeks and weeks on end and enduring it alone for the most part, is flat out hard.

But you know what?

As soon as I stop and crack open the Word or spend a few moments in prayer, a peace washes over me.

When I stop and realize how grateful I am for these two babies TO care for, a smile stops my tears.

As I open the window and feel the warm sunshine, I know that health is on the horizon.

When I mark a day off the calendar, I am another day closer to Husby getting a day off.

Some days aren't fun.  Some days aren't easy. But, all days are a gift.  All days have purpose.

....

And God is faithful.

"Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

I pray I'm quick to run to the arms of the Lord to cast my burdens on Him instead of wallowing in the difficulties.  Oh human nature - it loves a good pity party every now and then! I'm just so grateful for the safe place I have in my precious husband and my to-the-rescue Mom to break down and let it all out to.  

Sometimes, a good cry is healing to the soul.

And a good cry, I had. :)

HERE'S TO HUSBY HAVING THE WEEKEND OFF AND BABIES ON THE MEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!