I've had moments where I feel like I can't get my feet underneath me. Like I'm working, but making no progress. Treading water. Barely staying afloat.
And then I wonder how women with children and families manage a household without super powers. I'm barely managing a household of two. And what discourages me most is that my list of things to accomplish doesn't even seem that long, but somehow I don't have enough hours in the day to get it all done. Does anyone else out there have periods of time like this?
And I'm exhausted.
Teaching sixth grade used to leave me feeling this way every single day. I remember it so vividly. And how I constantly had to turn to God for the strength to make it through the
Resting in Him is such an incredible peace. I don't know why I fight back, struggling to remove the burden from His arms and carry my own load for myself. God didn't create me to live separate from Him, searching for my own perfectionism apart from Him. Deep down, when I stop and think about it, all I really want is for Him to be glorified with this life that is already His, but I can't do that on my own. That would be worthless.
I must surrender. Not improve the system.