The best way to describe the past few months is at best to say it's been busy. A better description would be to say I've holding on to the smallest bit of sanity by my fingernails. I've never known when our lives have been more wild. It seems like we are forever trying to get a handle on all the things that life throws at us. I am constantly trying to keep all the elements of motherhood in the air and hopefully not drop anything or anyone in the process.
It's hard.
Really hard.
Lately I feel like I've not done a very good job at being the momma.
Or the wife.
Or the teacher.
Or the sister.
I could go on and on and on and....you get the picture.
It is very easy to sit and feel sorry for myself. Satan would love nothing more than to bring me to a place of self-loathing. The Enemy does a great job of showing me what I'm not doing and making me feel horrible about it. One of his greatest tools is to pit mother against mother and push us to out do each other in the "perfect mother" award. He twists and turns us so that we find ourselves overly busy and committed. We are tired and empty but we do everything we can to make sure we smile. But behind closed doors, we crumble and cry.
But there is hope.
More on that tomorrow.
