I woke up this morning, exhausted, having gone to bed late and been up several times with Cedar throughout the night. (I’m beginning to relate to the “sleep-deprived for the rest of my life” feeling mentioned by a lot of moms I know.) Having awoken in such a state, I started to feel quite overwhelmed as I mentally went over my to-do list for the day. Shower. Catch up on clothing and diaper laundry after being gone for the weekend. Dust. Sweep. Mop. Wipe down the bathroom. Prepare the guest room/library/office for my sister, Rebecca, who is coming in tomorrow to stay for several days. Clean the dehydrator. And the list went on, full of a bunch of little things that have been needing to be done for awhile. All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep for several more hours (uninterrupted…what a concept!), but Cedar had woken up already and I knew I needed to get started on the day.
As the morning moved along, I composed this post in my head…one about how you have to trust in the Lord for His strength to get you through hard days. But as the day progressed, it never got written, and now, I’m finally sitting down after most of my list (and more!) is done…I realised that the day hasn’t even seemed hard at all. I do still depend on the Lord for His strength, but a lot of times, focusing on how hard I think a day is going to be (something I sometimes do, especially when I haven’t been able to get much sleep lately) is going to make it a lot harder than if I just quit focusing on it! Kind of like when Peter was walking towards Jesus on the water and then started sinking when he looked away…if I stay focused on Him instead of my little hardships, the hardships end up not being as hard as I thought they would be. A lesson I need to remember often.