I am tired. I am stressed. I am not sure I'm handling it well.
Today has been a rough week. Phil has been very busy with work and planning so much for our concert tomorrow night. I am so thankful for the work he has done, so many things I would never have a clue about planning! He has worked hard and tirelessly. I love him and appreciate him so much! I miss him so much when he's not here. (see you on vacation baby, haha)
Meanwhile, things have been crazy on the home front. Maya has been injured more times than I can count, with a very bad spill last night. She has been a cranky mess (understandably after seeing her head literally bounce off of a metal stair!). Gibson has been very whiny every day and asking for Daddy a lot. The house is a mess. My list of to-do's is endless. And I'm low on patience.
Tonight while I was driving home with two screaming children in the backseat, I felt like I wanted to cry too. I started to pray, pleading for God to give me strength. It was then that I really put it all together and the tears finally came. Satan has been attacking my family hardcore! I believe God is going to do amazing things tomorrow night in the heart of people, and I believe the lives of orphans will be changed because of it. And Satan does not like that. I cried because I was filled with joy, and no longer frustration. I had joy because I know that God is bigger than it all! ALL. He is power. He is love. He is a father to the fatherless. He is. And Satan's got nothin' on that.
And now I feel...rest.