Yesterday I had terrible day. My jaws were aching, I felt emotionally bankrupt, and all I wanted was to hide away in my bedroom. Unfortunately, that is not really much of an option being a mom. I really wished that I had someone to take care of me, but instead, I found myself taking care of three little ones, and no one taking care of me. At times like that, it's easy to feel very alone. I'm not really sure how I made it through the day, but one way or another, I did. I know God helped me, I asked Him to A LOT.
So, many prayers, a nap, a heating pad on my face (yes, on my face), a good long cry, some ibuprofen and a night's sleep later, I felt much better. I hate having days like that, but they just happen. They're just part of life. On days like that, I am not sure how I will make it through, yet somehow, I do. It makes me profoundly thankful for a God who sends angels to "bear me up in their hands".