Rough Mornings

It is one of those mornings where the seams are all unraveled.  Where my breakfast gets choked down because it feels like sandpaper, and my coffee doesn't taste right.   I feel wound tightly, and it takes all of my energy not to snap at my daughters when they make innocent mistakes, or worse when I spill a glass of milk and they are not cleaning it up as fast as I want it to be.   I am tired.  I am anxious.  I am weary.    I don't really have an answer for mornings like these.  I cannot tackle them on my own.   I don't have the strength.  I don't have all the answers.  

I do have one thing though.  I fall on my knees as I do every morning.  But mornings like today, the harder mornings my prayer is all walking by faith.   The pieces slowly come back together as I remember once again that God will sustain me.  He will be my strength.  He will take my worries and my anxieties and make them his own.  He will direct my path.  I  just need to have faith.  I just need to once again place it all in his lap.   I don't need to know what the next step is, or what all the answers are.  I just need to need to listen.   I need to listen to the voice of God calling me back to his side.  Reminding me that I am his beloved, and all I need is to walk by faith.

"I will still be the same when you are old and gray, and I will take care of you.  I created you.  I will carry you and always keep you safe."  Isaiah 46:4