|Making Laundry Soap|
Husband also put in an eight hour day working while I managed two home schooled kids, two traditionally schooled kids, the house, the chores, and a zillion other things.
To say I'm tired is an understatement.
My heart is tired. My body is tired. Even my hope is tired.
But it's not gone.
I'm not sure how it happened, but there amidst the devastating phone calls confirming no available help for our son and the mundane household chores, my hope began to rise again.
It rose a bit as I made home made laundry soap and copious lists of things to do and get. It rose more as I put pork stir fry with brown rice before my family for dinner. It rose still more as I tucked my youngest in bed and plotted my errand run for tomorrow.
And when I finally sat for a moment, I wondered what had happened to my despair.
I think, somehow, God is reminding me that I have things that I'm supposed to handle and He's got the rest. As long as I play my part, and trust He's doing His, things are going to be okay.
And that, I'm sure, is where my hope comes from.