The enemy is attacking and I hear his whispers, "You can't fight, you won't win...not tonight...it is too hard...you are too tired...you are too alone, you aren't enough, you never have been. If you were a good Mom you wouldn't be doing this alone..I will bring them down one by one. It is a lost cause.." He is cornering me. He is shouting rather than whispering... and I am stumbling.
I just want something to be easy....just something. I want my children to be safe and out of this battle. I don't want to fight for just a little while, I want someone to fight for me.. I want to lay down and be held and my hair rubbed and someone to tell me it will be OK. Tonight...it hurts.
Then Jesus said,
"Come to me, all of you who are weary and carry heavy burdens,
and I will give you rest".