I am tired to my bones
But thank you Lord cos I have bones and they are not broken
Not one
I am covered in sweat and grime
But thank you Lord cos the home I have been cleaning is mine
All mine
My back hurts and I think my feet are swollen
But thank you Lord cos it felt good to clean my house my way
All day
My hair is still a mess and my nails even worse
But O Lord, thank you for the hope of tomorrow. As long as you give me life. I can fix all that. Tomorrow
My 2012 was not really as I wanted it to be.
But then again, my 2012 was much more than I thought it would be. So thank you for amazing me. Still.
My children still get on my nerves sometimes.
But, come on, Lord, thank you, I HAVE children to grate on my nerves.
To love
My mgm and I are in love/strangle relationship
But thank you PapaGod for our love trumps our desire to strangle each and every time!
All the time
I have not seen my sister and my brother in way too long and it hurts and I miss them
But then again, I feel them daily in my heart and that is closer than any plane ride can get me!
And it's free
*sighing and exhaling* Dear Fathermine, I am so tired, tired to my bones, even in some parts of my heart. YET, there is room, always room for thanks.
To You.
Yes, I am tired. To my bones
But I still have enough left in me to DARE TO BELIEVE that what is behind me cannot hold a light to what is before me in 2013! And that is balm for my tired bones!
