Today’s Five Minute Friday prompt is Mighty
Dead tried from merry-go-rounds of viruses and too little sleep interrupted by high fevers and children’s nightmares. I’m physically being pushed and dragged away from my computer as I try to write this. The spring that never seems to come. One cold, gray day after another. I don’t feel mighty. As I wade through another doctor’s appointment with the medical assistant I know doesn’t like me and everyone stares because my almost five year old as to be restrained just to look in her ears. As my two year old’s screams echo though the hallways I close my eyes and try not to cry myself. I pray for healing. I pray for strength. I pray for escape.
I don’t suddenly feel capable of leaping tall buildings. But somehow I find the strength to slog one more step. I feel my chest tightening and know that the illness that has plagued everyone else for almost a month may finally have tracked me down and I just want to lay down. But I know that there is still much to do, and I pray that I might be granted the strength for just one more hour. Because I am only mighty because He is.
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