Tonight, we had pizza rolls and I just started the first load of laundry. I. am. so. tired! I am not complaining, just stating a fact. As busy as we are, I am thankful beyond words for my little (well, big) family. As I drove home from church last night, I listened to all four of the kids laugh and joke with each other. There is no doubt that these are the best times of my life. My body is dragging, but my heart is so full.
After the littles finished homework this afternoon, Lily asked to snuggle in my lap and watch TV. Ava quickly noticed and asked me to "holda" her too. After we got situated, I wrapped an arm around each of them and they laid their heads against mine. We sat that way for about an hour. For this weary Mama, it was just what I needed to recharge and refocus.
(Sorry for the pitiful selfie...just one of those moments I want to remember)
He gives strength to the weary... (Isaiah 40:29)
My strength definitely comes from the Lord! My sweet miracles wear me out, but I know God gave us the four of them for specific purposes and I wouldn't change one second of our life.