Weary

Shuttling back and forwards to the city hospital has been hard. My own illness is – er – making itself known. Prince has an operation tomorrow. Today we have to go back so he can get a blood test done. Yesterday there wasn’t time to wait because I had to get home for when Chip finished school. My body is protesting.  I have a cup of coffee by my side but although it will help me get through today, it won’t change the fact that I will somehow have to ‘borrow spoons’ (google ‘spoon theory’ if you’re baffled by the phrase!) against tomorrow. But I borrowed spoons yesterday already and if I’m not careful I’ll be flat on my back for weeks. What do I do? I have to put my family first. There’s no other way around it. Prince has to go to the hospital today and he has to go to the hospital tomorrow and then I can rest. I hope.

I said, “I have worked but how hopeless it is! I have used up my strength, but have accomplished nothing.” 

Yet I can trust the Lord to defend my cause; he will reward me for what I do.

Isaiah 49:4 (GNT)

“Come to me, all of you who are tired… and I will give you rest.”

Matthew 11:28

Maybe it’s a blessing to be always weary? Maybe it keeps me ‘low’ so that I stay low, and ever reaching out to my dear Jesus. I don’t have the energy to figure it out. Pray for us, please?