Mindful of the Dark Days

This has been a winter of sickness. Each child succumbing at different times to the virus. Going down like dominoes. Patience is called for and my tank is running on empty. I lose control of my days and my to do list. I cannot enjoy adult conversation, outings and the like. My nights are disrupted, sleep is patchy and scarce.

It is hard to remain robust on days like these. It is hard to stay calm and speak with love, kindness and understanding. I know I am not alone. So many of you have been nursing sick kids, others have been on the roller coaster of more serious life threatening illnesses. We all have our own battles. I know there are those doing it harder than me and I am thankful that mine will pass, soon.

I am encouraged knowing that there is a God walking each step alongside of me – He is not distant, wary or cautious around my grumpy, discouraged heart. He is eager, generous and gracious. More of Him will fill my tank, more time to recall the important things in life will restore my faith.