I don't know what to write, but I just finished a very hot bath after a long day and I thought it would be a good time to write. So, we'll see what comes out :) It's 10:30pm (which is early for me), but I'm really tired.

This morning was the usual and a bit stressful routine. Getting the kids up, dressed, fed and off to school is not easy and we have a new bus driver who has started to come 3 minutes earlier just to make my life that much harder. It took me until today (Friday) before I could get used to just a three minute difference.

As soon as I returned from the drop off I had to get ready for my 9am aqua class. I barely made it, but it was a good class. When I was done I went over to the basketball court to dance with Brandi for a little bit with her Zumba class. I came home after that, but it was already almost time to pick up Rachie from school. I was there early enough to do a little advertising with the other moms and tell them about my new Zumba class at the church (that felt productive). I came home and ate lunch with everyone then took Ryan up to the church for piano lessons and practice for the Harris' plus cleaning the church for Sunday. I also helped Becky get her van unstuck :) - Hopefully, all that snow melts before Sunday or we'll have a lot of stuck cars.

I took Izzy and Chloe with me and we picked up Will. When we got home I had about 45 minutes to prepare for my next two classes and take Ryan, Izzy and Chloe with me to the gym for the first class which was Family Spin. All the classes went well. Since Ryan was still swimming when I got out of my second class, I walked over to Cyndi's Zumba class and danced with her a little bit. I definitely did not like her style, but it looked like everyone was having fun.

So, here I sit after all that. While I was in the bath I read a little nugget out of a book someone gave me for encouraging pastor's wives. It was by Jack Hayford's wife (I can't remember her name right now). She said she had had a long season very similar to the day I just described right before she left on a trip to Israel. She said she had spent most of the trip on the bus and not at the sights because she was just too tired. She did, however, stop to see the shores of the Sea of Galilee and she felt she her Jesus say, "Do you have any bread?" She said "no". She felt him say, "But, I do. I have more than enough bread for everyone." I've been encouraged by this thought before. I've heard speakers say that they have cried out to God saying, "I can't do it all." Then, immediately hear a reply, "You're right, but trust in Me because I am more than enough."

Somehow, God is getting me through. He's giving me opportunities to spend quality time with my children - even though I am working about 20 hours a week. He's keeping my body healthy, even though I'm working out more than any normal human being should. He's blessing our work at the church - even though we can only devote just a little bit of time. He's keeping it together for us - where you would think it should be falling apart. When we trust in Him, He is faithful and will never let us down. I haven't ever seen it.

I ask God for permission for a lot of things these days: about what I pray and things I ask for, about how I think and feel, about what I do or decided not to do...He's been giving me answers and I'm trusting I'm right where I need to be and if I go to far or not far enough - He'll make that known. In the meantime, I'm going to let Him carry as much as the burden as I can.