Between my two sons, I had to get up six times last night. Shattered was the best way to describe my state at six this morning when child numero uno decided to grace us with his presence.
I dragged myself out of bed half an hour later, blurry eyed and wondering how I was going to get through the day. The first thought that came to me was, "The joy of the Lord is my strength." It was a song I used to sing when I was a kid. I still haven't quite figured out exactly what it means, but I looked it up and it's from Nehemiah 8:10.
As I plodded through the early morning, preparing breakfast, feeding baby, making school lunches, I mulled over the idea. I finally decided that for today, it meant knowing God was beside me and more than happy to help. It was deciding to be grateful and rejoice in spite of my weariness and something good would come out of the day.
God came through with an energy boost way earlier than I expected. Just before we left for kindy, I checked my e-mail and was greeted with the sight of my first book cover. Talk about a buzz.
God you are good. Even if you hadn't supplied that timely cover for me this morning, you would walk this day with me, holding me up and giving me strength. I love you.