Weary Mama

Did you notice the severe lack of blogging on my part? Sometimes some things have to give. Reading was out the window the when I went back to work. Blogging must be next on the list of least important to me hobbies. The thing is I will sometimes lay awake at night blogging in my brain because I miss it so much. Thankfully I mainly have had one main blog thought ping ponging around up there. Trials, Trials, Trials. Too bad it's too big of a thought to fully hash out in the few minutes I have before I get the kids up and all of us out the door.

So in complete spewing fashion, let me give you a few of my thoughts.

Brad's been working a lot helping other people with their harvest (hence the lack of blogging). I can't complain that he's working. I'm thankful for that, but I am weary of doing the before supper, supper, to bed time routine, etc on my own. I am not enjoying my kids, living for the moment, or avoiding being too busy. I am the cranky mama. In one of my internal rants one day I realized part of the problem with this current "trial" (I know it is a minor trial, but in James 1 he mentions "various trials." I think this counts as various.) is that you just want someone to know what you're dealing with. You want someone to feel bad for you and come HELP, but you don't want to be a complainer. (Don't worry! I should be less on my own for a while now.) Then I heard the song "What a Friend We Have in Jesus." I think that was my answer. It feels sometimes like you're having to settle to have Jesus be the only one that knows and cares what you're doing, but I know that's not the case. I'm just thankful I have someone I can always tell and to ask for help.

It feels like I have lots of family and friends dealing with some "various trials," some much more concerning than my own, and I've been trying so hard to think of a post that would encourage based on what I learned about how God works through trials from my life in the country last year. I really can't think of anything to say that doesn't sound too trite. I do want to let you know I'm thinking about you!
My other thought on trials I actually can't think of right now and I have to get out the door two minutes ago.