Oh, the joys of hotels. Another “note” from my phone…
Their screams fill the hotel hall. Kids cry. Parents curse. And I dart back to the room. Before I turn the handle I hear her yell, “I’m done!”
How many times have I said that? Maybe we’re not that different after all.
Long days. Whiny kids. It can drain even the strongest of us. What pushes me to my personal breaking point?
1-Rushing out the door.
3-Unaccomplished to do lists.
4-No time for myself.
Different things on different days. God help the kids down the hotel hall. God help the kids living in my house. God help us all.
We are tired. And time-starved. And sick of the monotony. We are pouring into little hearts when our own is so heavy. We are desperate for You.
Grace. Remind us of it. Fill us with it. We believe You have called us to this, and You will be faithful!
“Thus says the Lord: ‘The people who survived the sword found grace in the wilderness; when Israel sought for rest, the Lord appeared to him from far away. I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you’.” (Jeremiah 31:2,3)