I felt worn yesterday (Friday) after hosting Thanksgiving dinner. I boycotted the shopping day and hibernated, feeling very sorry for myself and missing my kids after bringing them back to their dad Thursday night. But this morning was a NEW DAY. I am so grateful for the time we have, for everything, for everyone. There is a limit to all of this.
I just found this post...What a beautiful sad song, but our Faith gives us hope and enables us to carry our crosses another day even when we are ttired and worn. It's a little overwhelming to think about how many women, my sisters, can relate to this song.
I truely don't know what I would do without my faith to lift me up. It sustains me.
Thanks be to God.