Blessing or a burden?

I had a season when I first got saved that the Lord really showed up to show me His faithfulness. With the times we are living in I really believe He is calling His children into deeper levels of trust and surrender to Him.

These last 4 weeks I’ve had to lean into God like never before. My husband has been working in SC Monday-Friday and is only home on weekends. He gets in between 7 and 8:30 Friday night, has all day Saturday with us, and then drives back Sunday afternoon. It’s been tough. I’ve not had his help whatsoever during the week; it’s not his fault though- he can’t be in two places at once. I’ve been managing MOST things for the move; the paperwork, the phone calls, the red tape (CONSTANTLY getting stuff to our lender), doing 90% of the packing, while taking care of Remy and being in my first trimester of pregnancy. I have SUCH an appreciation for military wife’s/moms and single moms you are rock stars! I’ve had so many opportunities to cry and complain (and I have) because I have been overwhelmed, handling this virtually alone, and haven’t felt well. I would complain and grumble to my husband and he would feel helpless that he wasn’t here to help me. Then he would get frustrated with the situation and this didn’t help anyone. I forgot that he has his OWN type of frustration and challenges.

I was so immersed in what I was feeling I wasn’t considering just how much HE has sacrificed. He is staying with someone from work, whom he had never met before. He was getting up at 5am everyday while I slept in and working between 50-60 hours a week. I wasn’t thinking about the fact that after a hard day at work, he is now on week 4 of sleeping on an air mattress. He is not “home”; he is away from his family and driving over 6 hours round trip on weekends in less than a 48 hour time span. How he has taken the burden of providing for us financially so I could be home with our babies.

Sometime ladies, our husbands have their own burdens to deal with and I’m learning that while my husband is always there for me, he isn’t Jesus.

There are some times where instead of complaining and feeling sorry for myself I can only bring my junk to Jesus and ask for His grace, perspective and help through it.

He has been so faithful to give me the grace, energy, and strength to carry out these tasks. He has shown me that with blessings come major responsibility and these are BLESSINGS and not a burden. Somewhere, someone is praying for exactly what you have.

❤️