...or otherwise know as 'trying to outrun the shadows'.
To 'fess up: that's how I've been feeling lately.
Call it the shift in season,
or two weeks of sickness in this nest,
mixed with lots of sleepless-fitful nights...
...but I've been fighting the gloomies.
Just plain ol' tired.
(Not that this is unique or rare for any parent).
I know better than to complain about these wee souls.
(I'll save that for all my facebook status updates... ha!).
I know many, many friends who would gladly trade all their sleep for a chance to have a family...
While I moan on about the endless nights of crying from the crib,
they suffer the heartbreak of silence from the womb.
I get that.
At least.. I want to be empathetic to that.. deeply.
So, I can't... I won't come on here and complain about these precious hearts.
This season too, shall pass.
Sleep will come (and I'll long for when they were just babies again, I'm sure!).
I always struggle with sharing my heart on these issues.
I never want to be seen as complaining about - or begrudging - these children that God blessed us with.
I'm just trying to keep it real here.
And, since my brain has felt like the equivalent of stale porridge for the past week,
this is about all that's on my mind to post.
We all have our battles.
Our trials and tears.
I hope the shadows find us chasing the Son.
"..cast all your cares upon Him, for He cares for you".
1 Peter 5:7
Be well friends,