I have felt very overwhelmed the last couple days. I have a college assignment to finish, sheep to butcher, a house that just isn’t good enough right now, homeschooling, and sick kids. And pregnant hormones have the wonderful ability of making things look twelve times their normal size.
And then, in a rare moment of silence, YHVH whispered in my ear. “Why don’t you just ask me for help?”
That’s a very good question. Why did I fuss and fret and basically freak out?
So, right there, in the middle of changing a diaper, I simply called out, “YHVH forgive me. I need help. I neeeeed help.”
And next time, YHVH please help me to remember to call on you first thing.
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