A Road Less Travelled

This post was supposed to be a funny one, but I just didn’t have time or energy to be funny. Cause, see, this post was about why I’m so tired and have no energy. I feel like I’ve started living a double life. During the day I’m Titi Gaby and I do all my Titi Gaby work and then after dinner I help get the kids to bed and then I change into a dusty, now paint-smeared
dress and walk down to the new house where Seth has already been for a while.

So far I’ve painted, ripped up flooring (which I will gladly admit was fun), knocked plaster off the wall and down my dress and washed weeks-dirty dishes with tepid water. This week will most likely be more of the same. I am beginning to fear I won’t have the oomf to get through this week without crashing something terrible. I am beginning to fear that our family will fall apart while we work to get into a house where we can function as a family better.
 

I keep thinking about something I heard in a sermon once. I don’t remember exactly how it was phrased, but it went something like- “And the God who’s showed up every day so far isn’t going to ditch me right when I need Him the most.” This feels like a pretty weak sort of suffering, but I know that I am struggling. So I’ll struggle through this week and I’ll cling to the fact that my Father has showed up every day so far. He sat next to me while I watched my mom die and He came and spent the night when we had whooping cough. He ain’t just going to dump me right when I’m not sure I’m going to make it through this next week without a lot of tears. So when I’m down and tired I’ll try and put a song in my mouth because my Dad’s down at the house with us and I think He likes the color of paint Crystal picked.