Another deployment. This was the first since having our third little boy.
They were 1, 3, and 4 when he departed. I knew I was in for an adventure in the world of playing single mom. Thankfully he was only gone for 7 months, but it was the longest 7 months of my life. The boys had a terrible time without daddy, our 3-year-old was diagnosed with a life-long autoimmune disease, and I struggled with various physical issues.
As if caring for the household and three boys wasn’t enough for me, I found myself stretching to serve more in many areas. I even committed and accomplished a 60-mile walk for breast cancer that summer!
If I am honest with myself and you, I would tell you I couldn’t stand the thought of empty time. In the quiet, my mind would start to worry. I would become overwhelmed by the growing list of things to do. Anxiety and stress grew like those annoying dandelions in our backyard. So I did my best to fill those empty voids with whatever I could.
This crazy method worked until about 5 months in. It was then the weight of my life pace came crashing down on me. My body physically just gave out. I couldn’t get out of bed. Everything hurt. I was exhausted in every way a person can be exhausted.
It was in the quietness of my bedroom, when I could not bear the pain of getting up, that I finally gave in to what God had been trying to show me.
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