In this season of my life, I often feel desperate. I feel desperate to get going on school for the day. Desperate to keep the kids moving on school. Desperate to get school done. Desperate to drop off little man at school and maybe have quiet in the van. Desperate for Shann to come home. Desperate to get kids in bed. Desperate to make the right school choices. Desperate to get to the next stage in my life, sometimes. Definitely desperate to get out of Walmart.
But I am also desperate for God to work in me. Desperate for His presence. His help. His strength, and His encouragement. I feel pulled in so many directions and I need God to sustain me. I realize I sound a bit crazed, and certainly I don't feel this way at every moment of every day, but lately the D-word has seemed to hover over my hours.
God, may my desperation drive me to You. Thank you that You are The Giver of Life and Peace.
But I am also desperate for God to work in me. Desperate for His presence. His help. His strength, and His encouragement. I feel pulled in so many directions and I need God to sustain me. I realize I sound a bit crazed, and certainly I don't feel this way at every moment of every day, but lately the D-word has seemed to hover over my hours.
God, may my desperation drive me to You. Thank you that You are The Giver of Life and Peace.
