let's be honest here.

i'm freaking exhausted.
my son is sick.
he's cranky.
he is crying more and eating less.
we're on day 5 of this yuck.
there's too much laundry
too much to clean
too much to think about.

i'm just plain old tired.

i want my baby to be back to normal.
i wish i didn't have to do any more breathing treatments for him.
i love him.
i just want him to breathe easy and not cough.

i opened my mouth when i should have just slept.
i was up much to late for any good.
now it's come out in this ugly attitude of mine.

really.
i should be thankful.
that he is getting better, slowly but surely.
that we are blessed beyond measure.
i can rest in the power and strength of the Holy Spirit.
that He holds it all.
every second i'm seeing glimpses of His glory.
that cute smile amidst a trying feed.
powerful cries- lungs and oxygen and vocal cords.
wheels on the bus go round and round and round.
modern medicine and doctors to heal his sick body.
wisdom from above, because we have no clue.
finally figuring out why i've had acne for over half my life...
cute boy chopping on all his fingers.
provision.
monthly menu planning.
we have the money to plan meals out for a whole month.
family to love my boy.
a daddy who comes to the rescue when this momma is just too tired.
lullaby renditions of coldplay.
finally closing those tired eyes.
time to make decisions.
learning new momma lessons.

“You, Lord, laid the foundation of the earth in the beginning,
and the heavens are the work of Your hands;
they will perish, but YOU remain;
they will all wear out like a garment,
like a robe You will roll them up,
like a garment they will be changed.
But YOU are the same,
and Your years will have no end.”
Hebrews 1:10-12