Those are the words going through my mind. What am I running for? Is what I’m doing even called running?
Yesterday felt like a sprint with no finish line in sight.
And it will today. And the next day. And on and on and on…
Ya’ll, I’m so thankful to have these kids. I’m so thankful to stay home with them. But there are days where I look around and can only see mess.
And Heaven help us, I see little people who desperately need Jesus, and I can’t make the decision for them. I can’t.
But God sees me. Right here. Typing onto the white screen. Tired. Desperate. Not looking forward to the day.
And He stays close. Whispers to my complaining soul these words from Isaiah 40:11-
“He will tend his flock like a shepherd; he will gather the lambs in his arms; he will carry them in his bosom, and gently lead those that are with young.”
Sweet manna from Heaven. Comfort from His Word. I’m not at this alone. He’s there. Tending. Gathering. Carrying. Gently Leading.
He turned His face from His Son, so He wouldn’t have to turn it from me.
It’s not in vain. I’m being led all the way.