There will come a day, in the midst of your unsettling and resettling and general change, when there will be a straw that will break the proverbial camel's back.
There will come a day when, once said straw has done its breaking, even doing "school" outside in the misting drizzle (sometimes fondly referred to as "mizzle") will not put a smile on your face.
A day when slight acquaintances will cheerily tell you that you look tired.
A day when everything and everyone irritates you, especially the people you love the most.
Most of the time, the straw will be something relatively small. Just one more change in a whole litany of changes, but you will find that you just. can't. handle. any. more.
In my case, the change was my 9 month old twins deciding that one nap was more their style than two.
Not that big of a deal.
Maybe a change for the better.
But today: the straw that broke the back of my momentous race towards stability and grounded-ness.
I admitted defeat. I felt worn and exhausted and beaten down, and everyone could see it.
Then we had guests for dinner, and they played with our children and told stories that mattered and listened to our hearts and shared laughter and a happy serving of non-Whole30 approved apple crisp--and suddenly, I felt like I could face tomorrow and all my many, many children again.
I don't know what the straw will be that will break your camel's back. And I don't know what your spiritual equivalent of soul-cheering dinner guests is either. But I know this:
Because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
All the cool kids are doing it.