For anyone who doesn’t know, I have three kids under the age of three. I work part time for my dad’s company doing work from home, I’ve started this blog, I have a daughter with additional therapy and doctor’s appointments, I attempt to keep my house clean, feed the family, but then again, I have three kids under three. Yesterday was a day for the books. I woke up and quite honestly, about an hour into the day, was ready to climb right back into bed. Any parent knows, sleep is sacred when you have kids. I think we all live in a state of “I’m too tired for this,” most of the time.

So here I am. I wake up tired and try to start the day. My son, who is only two months old, loves to cry. I mean he LOVES it. If I am holding him, it is better but still not great. So we start the day off with crying. Then, my middle child wakes up. She always wakes up happy but today was different. As I set her on the floor to make her bottle, she began to cry as well. We are two for two in the crying department. As the morning continued, it was just one thing after another. Messes were made, tantrums were thrown, and I hadn’t even begun trying to accomplish what I had hoped to get done that day. I get Silas laid down and napping and after breakfast, I throw the girls in the tub because they are covered in food. Bathing begins and about 5 minutes in, my older daughter dunks my younger daughter’s face right into the water. Cue screaming. At this point, I am about to just lose it.

I hurry and get them clean, get them out, dressed, and set them in the living room. I dumped the entire toy box out just to keep them occupied. They start playing happily, the baby is asleep, and I see my chance to begin working. I sit down with a stack of folders I need to complete for work and just as I sit down, the baby is up. After many failed attempts to begin working, I got started about an hour after I originally had sat down. I get my work done, life is great, then I realize I need to start preparing all three to go to the doctor’s office for Silas’s 2 month check up. I turned getting all of us ready into an Olympic sport and cranked it out in about 30 minutes. We are almost ready to go and I go to brush my hair when it hits me. I didn’t shower.

Not only had I not showered, it had been a few days since I had. I’m trying to calculate it out in my head and it’s getting uglier the more I think about it. It wasn’t that I had made it a goal to not shower, I just literally forgot. It amazed me how something that is normally so habitual had just slipped through the cracks. Clearly, I had not been looking in a mirror the last couple of days either because I would have noticed, trust me. So ponytail up, hat on, and we are out the door.

As I’m driving, my body is literally aching from stress, exhaustion, you name it. Then, in a moment of silence (which is not common in our car) God so gently spoke to me, “my grace is sufficient for you.” In that moment, I sighed a huge sigh of relief because He was right. I always hear people say, “God will never give you more than you can handle.” I’ve never fully agreed with that statement because we are not suppose to handle it all. I fully believe that God is a good God who will always take care of us and provide what we need, but he will do it when we seek Him. Every single day, I am faced with a lot of things I can’t handle. Between money, my kids draining me, doctor’s reports on my daughter, literally I CAN’T handle it. But I’m not suppose to.

It’s in these moments that God wants us to cry out to him because even though I may not be strong enough, He is. No, I can’t handle these things, but He can. As I sat in the car, I simply began to sing the song, “Your grace is enough.” In an instant a weight was lifted. I was able to think clearly, laugh, and enjoy my kids. The direction of my whole day was shifted with that one simple phrase. And don’t worry, I did end up getting to take a shower.

But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. – 2 Corinthians 12:9

Written by Stacia Tiller