Afternoon Chronicles of a Chauffeur Mom

*Afternoon chronicles of a chauffeur mom*

2:15 - Leave work
2:30 - Pick up boys at babysitter
3:00 - Pick up kiddos from school one
3:15 - Drop kids home
3:30 - Pick up kiddo from school two
3:45 - Bring kiddo to visit
4:15 - Sit in parking lot for 30 min waiting for
worker & mom
4:30 - Pick up kiddo at school three
4:45 - Bring kiddo to doctor
5:30 - Arrive home
6:30 - Pick up kiddo from visit

Of course, not listed is the two hours of running around to get us out the door & the hour of drop offs that followed, the full day of work & emails & writing & meetings, and the dinner & bedtime to follow.

But the gift of this life—besides, of course, the kids & work & blessings that all this busyness represents—is that it keeps me on my knees in absolute desperation.

I can’t be deceived into believing that I’m sufficient in and of myself. And I get to experience the power of being made sufficient by Him.

I have so many needs, and I’m desperately aware of my neediness.
I need sustaining, bolstering strength.
I need supernatural, irrational love.
I need unnatural, anti-instinctual trust.
I need patient, persistent endurance.

I am the source of none of this.
He is the source of all of it.
And I know that anything that pulls me from trusting in myself to seeking Him is a gift.