I woke up so perky too. Nine hours of sleep from my baby champ sleeping through the night. I was excited to be with the kids this morning. Then the whining about cereal, then about how much juice he got, then he's trying to get a rise out of his sister, then she's taking too long to brush her hair. SO MUCH STRESS. Gabby attends a prep charter school and they are strict about homework and tardies, so the pressure was on. And I blew it. I got cranky and emotional. I acted like a child, overwhelmed and past my limit.
After I got Gabby to school, I just wanted to lay in bed and try to rest up so that perky feeling I had when I first woke up this morning could come back. I wanted to rest away the stress headache and guilt. I wanted to feel like my happy old self again.
That's when the epiphany hit me. I'm just a kid. Sometimes I feel like I need to be this adult with all the answers, smoothly handling every bump and turn with the right touch of humor and wisdom to keep me steady. NO WAY. That just wasn't me today. I just didn't have the stuff.
I'm just a kid looking for help and steadying, so I realized. It made me want to move past the routine scripture studying and prayers to the deeper relationship I want and need from God and Jesus. In that moment, I needed the comfort my daughter needed yesterday when she got hurt. I needed love, forgiveness, approval, affection, and healing. I ran to Him and waited and expected and asked and waited and it only took a few seconds of serious focus and for my heart to be turned to Him that I felt Him in my midst like He was giving me the biggest hug. HE IS REAL. I can't make up stuff like that. I've always known He was real but HE IS REAL, His ability to not only help me want to get out of bed but also feel strong, capable, optimistic and not broken was more than I could ever do for myself. I felt like a battery, gone from zero to supercharged to 100% in just a few seconds, filled with all the spiritual and emotional strength I needed but have not been able to find this morning or the past couple of days.
The past couple of days haven't been fun either. I found out yesterday that my cousin was killed while serving as a marine. On top of that, I've had an overflowing list of tasks to get done since coming back in town from the holiday. I've felt overwhelmed tidying my house, unpacking, taking care of kids, restocking groceries, doing my at home business, all while sleep deprived and getting over a cold. Then the news of my cousin sort of crumpled me yesterday. I felt like everything was piled on top of me and I couldn't handle it. I was still going through the motions but not really feeling alive and happy.
I still have a messy house. I still have a HUGE box of items I need to ship for my business today and I still have a hyperactive whiny kid (luckily he's at school right now) but I am a loved child of Someone, my Savior, who knows how to succor me and get me back on my feet. And He's not just around for crises, like when I fall and get hurt. He's here ALL THE TIME. I can pray to Him, in fact, He tells me it's a commandment so I don't feel like I'm a burden and because I NEED it:
In the Book of Mormon, further scripture to prove Jesus is our Savior, the Prophet Alma preaches to all of us: "O, remember, my son [or daughter or insert your name], and learn wisdom in thy youth; yea, learn in thy youth to keep the commandments of God. Yea, and cry unto God for all thy support; yea, let all thy doings be unto the Lord, and whithersoever thou goest let it be in the Lord; yea, let all thy thoughts be directed unto the Lord; yea, let the affections of thy heart be placed upon the Lord forever."
"Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good;
yea, when thou liest down at night lie down unto the Lord, that he may
watch over you in your sleep; and when thou risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God; and if ye do these things, ye shall be lifted up at the last day (Alma 37:35-37).
So there you have it. It's okay to admit I'm just a child and my learning curve is just as steep as my daughter's. Our stepping stones are just different. And my trials aren't to haunt or mock me, but they lead me to cry out to my God who WILL come to me and then I'm made stronger and smoother in the process, more like Him. That love and strength doesn't just make it possible for me to handle life, but lets me live with more joy and purpose. It makes beauty from the ashes of my mistakes and makes sense out of the frustration and pain. If it leads to Him and that leads me to eternal life, I'm okay with some really hard mornings. His love is worth every penny and won't leave me comfortless.