Just when I feel physically and emotionally exhuasted
Just when my spiritual cup runs dry and I can’t bring myself to make time to run back to my Savior — except to lift up a breath — a “dear Jesus, intervene and pull me to you!”
Just when our 11 month old JUST-adopted daughter has spent hours yesterday crying and is trying with puffy eyes to recover today, and my guilt level for her sadness is through the roof
and our three year old has had a bad reaction to a vaccine
and I spend the day drying tears, cleaning messes, fielding phone calls, and wondering when Jesus will fill me so I can bless anyone else…
My daughters begin to laugh uncontrollably. They hug each other and their parents; they giggle & play.
Yet another dear friend brings us dinner that nourishes our hungry bodies almost as much as her friendship feeds our souls
My husband offers me backrubs, affection, time to myself, and a full nights’ sleep — he will get up with Amelia tonight. I could melt into his sweet arms with gratitude.
I spend an hour reading a beautiful, poetic book that turns my eyes to God, all while listening to Brad’s new worship CD. And I am reminded that God is so clear in art.
Just when I was empty, feeling like nothing, God decided to turn our night into something. A beautiful something. Art. I can see Him so clearly in the art of our lives.
God created the world out of nothing,
and as long as we are nothing,
He can make something out of us.
– Martin Luther