Remember all those great ideas that I listed for how to rejuvenate myself this summer and beyond? I don't think I've implemented one save for the week I made delicious chicken salad for lunch. I've been too busy with the here-and-now to plan for any big changes to occur! And even with the increase in family time and possibly more time "off" from mommy duties (though it doesn't feel like it), I still find myself with an unspeakably small capacity for life in general. I have been waking up tired, frustrated a lot with whatever isn't going my way, feeling cheated out of time to myself or even the option to sleep when I want to sleep or whatever. Darn! I thought this would get better when Blair was home more and we were living the summer of my dreams. Alas, that's not the case. So this got me thinking... could it be that I'm missing something? A big piece to this puzzle of my unending exhaustion and sacrifice. Yes, I think so.
Not surprisingly, I have had almost zero time with God this last month. With no set time for him I'm really lacking in personal and spiritual growth. This has a lot to do with my immediate grudge-holding that Blair gets to sleep in when I don't, that I don't get a day off when I have a cold, that I don't have a lot of options anymore, that Ava isn't taking a good nap (like it's her fault?). And the list goes on. I know in my head that these things just come along with being a mom and I LOVE being a mom, and yet I find myself happy with it for about five minutes before Ava starts fussing or something else happens.
So... again, not surprisingly, I am finding myself in need of Jesus. It even hurts to admit it because sometimes it seems I would so much rather go through life self-sufficient and having people owe me something rather than the other way around. But this again, is not the case. How do I bridge that gap though between knowing that I need Jesus in my life everyday and not wanting to give up on all my demands? It feels like to soften and let God in to help me through these struggles will inevitably leave me having to do everything myself, having to sacrifice immeasurably and yet having to do so with a smile--a happy servant. That doesn't sound good to a tired mom. I know that isn't true though, that God's not asking me to sacrifice more than I can, but simply to stop demanding of Blair and Ava and myself what only he can provide--rest, sustenance, energy, life. Oh man. This is hard! When I am demanding there is the hope that someone might meet my demands and I'll get what I want, though the whole process is totally draining. God promises to meet my needs (therefore securing my hope) and that process of relying on him is supposedly actually energizing. Why am I fighting what seems to be an obvious choice? All those with similar struggles, feel free to chime in. In the meantime, this tired mom is going to make some kind of effort to turn to Jesus when it feels like everything is "up to me".
