For dinner I gave my kids…a crusty loaf of bread, with oil for dipping, cheese, to the ones who like it, and yogurt for dessert. I couldn’t be bothered to cook. You see, I am flawed. And along with being flawed comes being …knawed. That feeling of…I am not enough, this isn’t perfect, I am on empty with no gas station in sight, I want my bed, and a dark room.
To my surprise, my kids were perfectly satisfied. And I realized something BIG. I am sufficient for them. I DO, in fact have what they need. I am their nourishment. And so, I will go away this weekend to a women’s retreat ,where I will allow myself to be filled. Again. I will carry an empty basket, and trust the Lord that the things he will choose to give, will not only feed me, but my kids, too. I will laugh, and then I will cry. As I empty my heart, my perfume out on Abba…I know He will come, He will undo me, but He won’t leave me undone.