Monday was a long day, something I’ll speak more about later this year. I was up at 3:30 feeling nauseous and running to the loo every 40 minutes until 6:30 when I decided to get up and face the day. I drove through to Pretoria sobbing the first 5 minutes in the car but slowly God calmed my soul through praise. A trip that takes 45 minutes took me nearly 2 hours due to a truck that went off a bridge. By the time I arrived I knew God was my strength. The day continued but that’s not what I want to write about now.
I left Pretoria just after 4 and couldn’t wait to get home. I was exhausted to say the least. I got home just before 6, again an accident, heavy rain and peak hour traffic.
The kids missed me. I missed them. I was ready for an early night but as I introduced myself today, I am the CEO and when something needs fixing, this mamma is ready for anything when it comes to the kids. We were all ready for bed by 8 and I kid you not that when I say one by one there were 3 vomiting. All over beds, floors, toilets, basins and carpets. I couldn’t stop anything fast enough.
Now as a mamma I’m lying in bed way past 12 waiting to make sure they are asleep and okay. This is what we do. We protect, Love and care. No matter how tired we are. No matter what our own day looked like. No matter what giant stands in front of us because God gives us strength.
God teaches us how to Love from rest even when we are exhausted. And yes this night too shall pass and we will get an early night again. But I know and understand fully that I’m not alone. Not today, not tonight, not ever. Thank you Jesus for being part of my life. Glory to you for giving me the strength and ability to keep on keep going.
To all the mammas that are exhausted, your early night will come too. In the mean time, just always remember you are not alone.