Phillippians 4: 13

Yesterday was one of those hopelessly over-booked days when you hit the ground running and don’t stop until you peel back the covers at bedtime. The kind of day where you dread going to bed the night before because you know that when you wake up it will be the kind of day you dread.

I knew I could not do it on my own.

And so, having bleary-eyed made my way downstairs and despite the long list of to-dos before me, I sat there. I forced myself to sit there—like a puppy being trained: Stay!—and I prayed. For 15 minutes I Just Sat There.

I didn’t want to be praying. On the inside I was scrambling to get up & get on with the Many Pressing Things on my agenda. Oh, those overwhelmed moments! I knew God knew all this (i.e. that I was restless and very distracted) but I also knew that I could not make it through the day without Him.

And so I sat there. For fifteen minutes I sat there and really, the only prayer I could formulate was Lord, I can’t do this without You. Lord, I can’t do this without You.

Do you know what? I didn’t have to. The meal that I needed to make for a sick friend got made and delivered. The birthday party that we attended across town was delightful—full of friends & laughter, grilled chicken & ice cream cake. All seven of us made it safely home that evening–tired but content.

There was even time in between all this for a long, luxurious bubble bath (the kids were off happily playing!) and out of the blue a faraway friend-of-the-heart called to say she was coming to visit in September.

Thank you, God. Your grace is amazing.