Well that might be bit of an exaggeration but it sure feels like it did.
I don't know what it is about the weekend but seems like at the end of it there's always a 3 day old pile of dishes in the sink, random trash piles, socks and shoes scattered, piles of discarded clothes on the bed/bedroom floor, and 3 loads worth of laundry to be done.
Maybe that doesn't sound so bad to mothers of many but for two full grown adults, I don't know how there could be so much mess.
Strike that.
On second thought, I do.
For these Conners, the weekend is actually a good chunk of our work week. I work and he works and then we try to fit in some fun. When down time finally comes along, I'm just ready to collapse. We're both ready to collapse. It's 8:30 on a Sunday night. My husband has already fallen into bed and bleary-eyed, I'm trying to finish a paper and let off some steam by writing this post.
.... I can't tell if I'm ranting or just recording.....
... but man, we're tired.
Does this madness ever stop?
I cringe when I realize most people's answers are probably no.
But people, I know that's not the only answer. My heart looks once more to the Truth.
So if you're like me at all and find that you've added too much to your life and it turns out you can't do it all, turn to God.
I accepted too many burdens (burdens that were not what He would have chosen for me).
But He is bringing relief.
I hope I've learned my lesson to be careful to bear only the joyful burdens He has for me.
I wonder if He could do something about all those dirty dishes?
I don't know what it is about the weekend but seems like at the end of it there's always a 3 day old pile of dishes in the sink, random trash piles, socks and shoes scattered, piles of discarded clothes on the bed/bedroom floor, and 3 loads worth of laundry to be done.
Maybe that doesn't sound so bad to mothers of many but for two full grown adults, I don't know how there could be so much mess.
Strike that.
On second thought, I do.
For these Conners, the weekend is actually a good chunk of our work week. I work and he works and then we try to fit in some fun. When down time finally comes along, I'm just ready to collapse. We're both ready to collapse. It's 8:30 on a Sunday night. My husband has already fallen into bed and bleary-eyed, I'm trying to finish a paper and let off some steam by writing this post.
.... I can't tell if I'm ranting or just recording.....
... but man, we're tired.
Does this madness ever stop?
I cringe when I realize most people's answers are probably no.
But people, I know that's not the only answer. My heart looks once more to the Truth.
Matthew 11:28-30
New International Version (NIV)
28 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.30 For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
So if you're like me at all and find that you've added too much to your life and it turns out you can't do it all, turn to God.
I accepted too many burdens (burdens that were not what He would have chosen for me).
But He is bringing relief.
I hope I've learned my lesson to be careful to bear only the joyful burdens He has for me.
I wonder if He could do something about all those dirty dishes?
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