I have not been blogging for a variety of reasons, that include:
-awful allergies that have left me fuzzy brained and often times, voiceless (which is probably not a bad thing for my family, hehe)
-a car with an expensive part that needed to be replaced, and then that same car having a flat tire the next day. weeeeeeeeeeee!
-a little boy that seems more talkative than ever this week, including asking "right, mom?" at the end of every sentence
-a two and a half year old who caused much bathroom drama this week, resulting in an hour and a half doctor's visit, at dinner time, with all 4 kids.... all with the final analysis that she is just dramatic and a really good actress (and perhaps a bit of a hypochondriac, if one were to look at the number of bandaids she "needs" every day).
I have not been an awesome mom this week at all. Not even the tiniest bit that makes it enough to somewhat fool myself.
Thankful for coming across this quote on a crumpled up piece of paper, found at the bottom of one of my purses that I was cleaning out this week.
"The criteria for coming to God is weariness.
Come overwhelmed with life.
Come with a wandering mind.
(Paul Miller, A Praying Life.)
He calls us to come to Him, not when we are strong or when we know all the answers or have our lives and hearts "ready," but when we are tangled up and gross and certainly not in our Sunday best. When I am weak, that is when He is able to scoop me up and be strong for me.