Can I have an honest moment with you? Have you ever felt so overwhelmed, so burnt out, that even the ice cream isle taunts you with stressful decisions?
That was me last week. Friday, I paced the ice cream isle for almost 10 minutes. I nearly burst into tears because I couldn’t decide just how I wanted to eat my feelings. There were suddenly too many brands, too many choices, too many flavors that were just one or two ingredients different than my norms, and too many prices to compare.
Ice cream, guys! Ice cream almost made me cry.
…and I’m not even pregnant.
My life isn’t so bad, not really, and when I talk about all the daily stresses I’ve been dealing with, I feel really silly.
*Dog’s emergency surgery…right before vacation
*and the bill that came with it
*the dining room floor needing to be pulled apart because of asbestos tile beneath
*the leaking pipe behind the washing machine
*a kid needs braces
*a kid with a sinus infection
*up late every night trying to grow my business
*a husband, who suddenly went out with a back injury in the midst of all this chaos
*a giant cup of orange juice spilled on the brand new carpet
*passing out all the McGriddles after a long morning at the doctors, only to discover I’ve given out the wrong one, and I’m left with the icky breakfast sausage instead of bacon. blech
*exploding clay hot pack in the microwave
*and last, but in no way least, the 2 year old I fight with daily, who tests me daily; hourly even, who sent two elbows and a knee to my throat during tantrums last week (during church no less) preventing me, once again, from partaking in worship. She is exhausting, but fearfully and wonderfully made!
The list sounds whiny. They are not real problems…at least not without solutions. But sometimes, when all those little problems add up and begin to take their toll, a real heaviness lands on me; an overwhelming darkness that I know is not from God, and I find myself crying because I can’t decide on ice cream, and I can’t afford them all.
But then, the kids go to bed, the hubby rests his back, and God gives me the spirit of peace. Y’all, this blog is designed to be encouraging for you, my readers, and to speak to those in need of a message, but God also shows me every single week, how He uses it for me. Having to sit down, and write this; having to search my Bible in the quiet of my storm, God speaks to me, and lets me know that He knows the way.
He will lift the darkness and light your path, or even carry you, if you let Him comfort your wear spirit.