I’ve been a big crankpot lately.

The older I get, the more I’m realizing I can’t handle life when there’s too much going on. My threshold for being overscheduled has decreased. It’s entirely possible that I might be living in a retirement village this time next year.

OK, all four of you male readers . . . Stop reading for a moment. Thanks.

The other thing I’m noticing is that I am getting meaner and meaner during the lovely abyss of time I like to call the “b(*&^” days. The b(*&^ days begin about five days before nature tells me I’m not going to have a child.

I realize this peaks in your 30’s but it doesn’t take away the fact that there are five to seven days in which I want to wring the neck of anyone who gets in my way.

I know, I know. Not very Jesus-like, Natalie. I’m working on it.

But oh so very real, no?

I’m beyond thankful to have the opportunity to publish a book next year, so I’m not complaining when I tell you there are days in which trying to write a book during the “b(*(^” days and maintain a blog and care for three younger children and a husband is about enough to send me fetal in the corner. Sucking my thumb, of course.

Sometimes I get so consumed by it all, I forget who I’m doing it all FOR.

I’m guessing you can relate, too.

Though your schedule may not look like mine, you still fill it well, don’t you?  Aren’t we all just so busy these days?

It’s so easy to forget how much we really do need Him.

So the other day, I heard the song “Lord, I Need You” by Matt Maher and it never left my head.

When this happens, I know I need to sit up and listen.

Because, in the end, what is all of this for if I don’t recognize who gives me the strength to do it?  It’s certainly doesn’t come from me.

But oh how I get it twisted, sister.

Yet I’m so thankful for lyrics like these when I do indeed twist it all up:

Where sin runs deep Your grace is more
Where grace is found is where You are
And where You are, Lord, I am free
Holiness is Christ in me

Lord, I need you, oh I need you. Every hour, I need you.

More like every minute.


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