I was sitting on the ledge of the bathtub brushing my teeth after getting out of the shower one day. While my mind was wandering to all kinds of random things, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that made my stomach flop. I turned my head towards the mirror above our sink. It was foggy and steamed over from the heat of my shower. There were little water droplets running down the glass. And that’s when I saw it … a hand print. Four fingers and a thumb, perfectly highlighted because of the steam from the shower. The hand print was pressed up high on the glass of the mirror.

I had to shut my gaping mouth to prevent toothpaste from dribbling down my chin. My mind raced with thoughts of what could have made the hand print. Goosebumps flared up across my body as I looked around for other evidence of the supernatural or extraterrestrial.

My husband walked in and saw me staring at the bathroom mirror, astounded, with my toothbrush in my mouth.

“Look at that hand print!” I said as I slowly pointed to the mirror. “What in the world?!”

My husband coolly responded with, “Yeah, I killed a gnat last night.”

“Oh.”

Another time it was 6 a.m. and I had a panic attack when I found shell casings tucked between some accent pillows on an wicker chair in my living room. I mean, they ended up being lipstick tubes with the lids pulled off, but it was a big scare there for a minute until the rational side of me took charge again.

You know those days when your nerves are just shot and you can’t reason well? Or when they’re so shot that the only task you can handle for the day is letting the rugs air dry on the deck while refreshing the radar app for signs of forecasted severe weather?

It’s on those days that a glance at two cantaloup sitting on the counter can make you laugh until you cry. And you text several of your friends a photo and say, “Hey, check out those melons.”

I came across Isaiah 40:29 (NIV) where it says “He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” That is definitely a Scripture worth committing to memory, especially coming into the second half of the work week!

My husband and I always joke about how different Monday Katie is verses Thursday and Friday Katie. I slow down. Less gets done. Parenting gets sloppy. Meals get pieced together. Kids get lured to their beds for naps with packages of fruit snacks held out in front of them. Jokes by grocery store managers about them not carrying Chips Ahoy are met with glazed expressions and slow turning mental wheels.
But we don’t need to hit the autopilot button on Thursdays and Fridays when our nerves are shot and we’re left hoping we can just survive the week. We can ask God for strength! {ding ding ding!} We can ask the Creator of the entire universe…the One who knew each and every one of us before we were even born…the God who can keep the entire universe spinning and orchestrate all of the everythings while still longing to have a personal relationship with each one of us. Yah…I think he can help us survive our exhausting days of adulting and parenting.

Here’s another gem in Isaiah 33:2 (NIV): “Lord, be gracious to us; we long for you. BE OUR STRENGTH EVERY MORNING, our salvation in time of distress” (caps added for emphasis).

So on this Hump Day, be encouraged. Give your shot nerves a dose of God’s grace and strength!

You got this!

 

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