It Was One of Those Weeks

Last week was one of those weeks at our house.

You know the one I’m talking about.

One of those weeks where you brought home more than Jesus from the church nursery.

One of those weeks where you desperately prayed that the sickness would go away & it didn’t.

One of those week where you could count on one hand the number of consecutive hours of sleep you’ve gotten.

One of those weeks where you constantly rotated changing dirty diapers with wiping noses , washing hands, & administering treatment.

One of those weeks where you questioned your ability to do it all with grace.

One of those weeks where you wanted to throw in the towel and almost did (more than once).

One of those weeks where everything you needed to do was quickly forgotten.

One of those weeks where your family motto became “This too shall pass.”

One of those weeks where you tearfully looked at your husband and asked “What did we get ourselves into?”

One of those weeks where you locked yourself in the bathroom so you could have a minute or two of quiet.

One of those weeks where you did what you could to just survive.

It’s been one of those weeks.

It was one of those weeks at our house.

You know the one I’m talking about.

One of those weeks where your skills as a mother were tested and you passed with flying colors.

One of those weeks where the Lord gave you the strength to survive & you clung to Him like you never have before.

One of those weeks where you constantly rotated snuggles with hugs & kisses.

One of those weeks where your husband stepped up like he never has before and you fell in love with him all over again.

One of those weeks where your patience wore thin but you never lost it (for the first time in your life).

One of those weeks where you realized that your needs matter less & less with each passing hour.

One of those weeks where you defined the word ‘perseverance.’

One of those weeks where you felt that peace that comes with knowing you did your best & you thrived.

One of those weeks where you never once felt alone.

One of those weeks where the sniffles and the tears became the music you learned to dance to because it was the only music that was playing.

One of those weeks where you chose happiness & joy when you could have easily chosen frustration & despair.

One of those weeks where you the Holy Spirit consumed because your brokenness opened your heart enough for Him to enter.

One of those weeks where you understood that God doesn’t call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

One of those weeks where you were more determined to succeed than you’ve ever been before.

One of those weeks where the light at the end of the tunnel made everything worth it.

One of those weeks that molded you into a better child of God, wife, mother, person.

One of those weeks that you will look back on in the future and say “It made me better & shaped me into who I am today.”

What kind of week was it at your house?

Blessings,
Molly

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