The Enemy

It is the enemy of all.

Especially mothers.

It moves too fast and I don't have enough of it.

And yet, I can't wait. To move to the next stage.

I need more.

There's too much until . . .

I feel like I'm serving it.

It changes everything.

Cracked

I crack myself up.

I actually say that a lot.

Here are the usual responses in my home:

"Mom, you're weird."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" (really loud and obnoxious)

"Wait, what . . . oh I get it."

"Huh?"

"heeheehaa (not really sure why I'm laughing, but I don't want to miss out)"

"Nice one."

Sometimes I can keep laughing and smiling about something for a long time. Whether it's a show I watched (Community anyone?), something my child said, something I read or myself. For instance:

I built a snowman with my 2 year old yesterday in our driveway.
It was her first one and it was little and cute.
As the sun warmed up the head fell off.
Then I had to go run an errand.
With the car. (Remember where we built the snowman?)
Well, I drove over it.

Twice.

It felt good.

And I'm still laughing about it now. I know, I crack myself up.

Aaahhhh, shoot. (wipe tears)

Sometimes I think that this humor of mine is the only thing that is really holding me together.

Imagine

I'm a visual type of person. I love creating images that I can have in my mind to keep me going.

My husband starts school again today. I have had him home for a little over a month. And I've totally been relying on him for everything.

It's been fabulous.

But, now I'm nervous.

I've got to pick up the slack that I've let fall onto him. Now it's all on me. And I know I can't do it by myself. I can only make it through if I have someone else helping me. (I'm not afraid to admit this weakness.) And the only person I have to rely on is the Lord.

So here's the image:

I'm pulling a super heavy handcart.

It's overloaded and I'm going up hill.

It's hard.

But then I look over and I'm not pulling alone.

Christ is pulling with me and smiling.

And I know we can do this together.