I’ve mentioned recently how full the days are and how tired I am when they end. There are plenty of tired people in the world. God has been very gracious to give me children, so I am thankful to be worn out caring for them. But one of the biggest challenges I am feeling is in my desire to read God’s Bible.
I am trying to sort out some of the workings of my heart. How much of my lack of appetite for the Bible is tiredness? How much is just a human reaction to strain? When should I push against my inclinations and when should I just give in to it? When does this season of tiredness turn into hard heartedness? What is the difference between a weary woman and one who has drifted from Jesus into apathy?
As I try to work this out, I am thankful to have a husband who is close enough to see what’s going on. He keeps reminding me of what is real and true. And I thank God for the women who see me, pray for me, encourage me and help me in the middle of my tired mother mess.