I had one of those mornings where, at 9am, I just wanted to crawl back under my sheets and hide for the rest of the day. It doesn’t matter what happened this morning, just how it made me feel when it was all said and done.
I got back in my car, turned off the radio, and just drove to work in silence while these thoughts repeated in my head:
"You let other people take care of your son when you’re the one who should be doing that! You should be the one comforting your crying son, but instead you’re driving into work."
"You’ve failed today. Already! It’s only 8:45, and you’ve failed."
"What you’re doing isn’t enough, it’ll never be enough."
"You think it’s hard now? It’s just going to get worse. You won’t possibly be able to do this with two kids.”
Somehow I ended up at work, and while I sat in the parking garage, sulking in silence, I turned the car off and shut my eyes. And then I heard God whisper to me:
"The devil is a liar."
And then more continued….
"Are any of these things what Jesus would say to you? Do these words come from love? Or do they come from fear and guilt? You are a good mother. You do your best every single day. You work your fingers to the bone from the moment you wake up to the second your head hits the pillow. Everything you do is done to support your family. You can do this. Give your fears to me, I will take them from you.
The devil is a liar.”
Thank you, God.