I awoke tired. Its her birthday today, and I overslept, waking to look at the clock not realizing that it said 6:30 instead of 5:30.
The sounds of my son coming down the stairs, and my husband quickening to get her up made me take notice of the real time.
She groaned as I tried to help her quickly get ready. Her grumbling caused daddy to grumble, and then me to grumble. Like a snowball that builds, we were all building one bad emotion on top of another.
The day fell into me. A sense of tiredness. A sense of a need to stop. To turn back the hands of time and restart. To awake refreshed.
Alas, my mind stops the snowball, and says, "Enough." I quickly give Him the rest of the day to redeem from my grumbling tired mess.
He takes the battle of my mind, of my to-do list and says, "Rest." Here in this moment. "Let not yourself worry about tomorrow, for I am taking care of that day."
I relax, happy to oblige Him His work, and freely take mine - resting as I move about the day.