First I overslept ... my fault for staying up way too late, trying to get ahead of the game, only to start off behind. Dumb, I know. Then I took my husband to the airport, realizing as I was driving home that the next six days on the calendar were jam packed with things and I was going to have to figure out how to bilocate. Not possible. Then those feelings of anxiety and panic that almost paralyze me, set in.
By the time I got home, I was falling apart. One thing after another went wrong. Add this to the fact that I was functioning on little sleep. Definite recipe for disaster. By the time 3 pm hit, I was an emotional wreck inside.
In the midst of all this, I decided to just drop everything and head to the church for our family holy hour (which we missed at our scheduled time of 2 pm). Heading over there, I asked myself why I was doing this. After all, I was a mess, the four kids who were with me were arguing, and my two year old was fussy. But, I forged ahead and entered the church. I told the kids to give me sometime alone. I suggested that they make the stations of the cross around the church together. Thankfully, they willingly complied. There I sat, the tears started flowing. I was tired physically, but also just tired of the same old routine. I was physically and emotionally worn out.
After a good cry, I looked up and there were my children, quietly walking from station to station explaining each image to their little sister. When they got back to me, my two year old, Lucy, looked up at me and said, "Jesus' cross was very heavy!" I held her close and thought, "Indeed it was. And He was carrying that cross for me. Here I am trying to carry this cross all by myself."
I was forgetting Jesus' words to his followers, “Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30.
I was not uniting myself with Our Lord. No wonder the weight was too heavy for me.
Suddenly the hope started to flow through me again. The days ahead of me did not seem impossible. With Jesus beside me every step of the way, I could manage whatever he put before me.
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