He quiets my soul, rough and turbulent from exhaustion. This little one I rock in the wee hours of morning, malnourished and neglected, I cry His tears over. I feel helpless to fix the brokenness of the world so I rock the one broken piece at a time that He sends me. I am spread thin and He is my strength. His strength is made perfect in my weakness. When I am strong and capable, I get the glory. But when I am weak and exhausted and still manage to be kind and patient and loving - He receives all the glory. God does not stand at a distance.
The words well up in my heart, shoving over mind numbing tiredness: Great is Thy faithfulness. Great is Thy faithfulness, morning by morning new mercies I see. All I have needed, Thy hand has provided. Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.
The day dawns, spilling precious sunlight across our bed, long before I would have wished it. Already I hear elephant feet on the stairs, a door slamming as the dog is let out and from the boy's room, "Mama... Mama? Mama - I wu woo! ...Up!" The days' begun.