Do you see me as a failure? Does your disappointment rise with the stacks of dirty dishes? Do you get fed up with my meltdowns?
I fear your retreat more than anything else.
Try harder, work smarter, let the baby scream, and git ‘er done. Is this your voice? Where are you when I need you?
I don’t know what happened, but I hit a wall. I’m gasping for breath and the tears squeeze out on my pillow at night, and maybe tomorrow will be better and I’ll see you smile, but maybe it won’t, and I dread your silent disapproval.
Tiptoe through the mess, scramble over the mistakes, there’s no rug to sweep this under. Put on a brave face, and above all, don’t show weakness.
Do you understand. Can you understand? Do you want to? Or do I need my act together first?
The only thing worse than feeling weak is trying not to feel it.
I have heard you say, “My strength is made perfect in weakness.” I have heard you say, “Love is patient, love is kind. Love keeps no record of wrongs.”
Oh, give me ears to hear once more, and faith to believe.
If you really mean it, would you find your way over the mountain of my inadequacy, would you put your strong right arm around me and help me stand?
Do not despise my confession, or I will crumble. Will you love me in my weakness?
Lindsey, this was such a beautiful laying out of the heart, describing something so familiar I dare say we've all felt it!
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.