I’m feeling depleted more than usual this week.  There are the obvious things:  a 22 month-old that has skipped his afternoon nap-time (ahem, my alone time) not once, but twice this week.  Jason’s work schedule.  Poor self-care. Blah, blah, blah.And yesterday morning, as I started my morning run, I was listening to some favorite songs.  And it hit me:  I’m trying once again to do this alone.  Without Christ.  I’m carrying the weight of it all.(Read this quickly, like a commercial stating medication side-effects):  Rearing my children. Being a good friend. Supporting my husband.  Supporting others.  Cooking and cleaning.  Taking care of me.  Sleep.  Nutrition.  Laundry.  Paying bills.  Email.  Reading.  Writing.Really?  Am I here again?  Do I really think I have what it takes?  Because I know that I don’t.  I’ve proven that to myself quite a few times.And here is what I hear through my earphones, in God’s perfect timing:

You lift me up, Holy On, Holy One

When I but come, You’re enough, You’re enough

You fill me up with Your love, with Your love

To You I run, Holy One, Holy One

 

All other noise fades away

Like all of the fear when Your voice I hear

You’re beckoning me to come and just be

A child at Your feet seeing my need for Thee

 

You lift me up, Holy On, Holy One

When I but come, You’re enough, You’re enough

You fill me up with Your love, with Your love

To You I run, Holy One, Holy One

 

You’re enough to satisfy

When the world has left me only dry

Enough to save my life

When the world has left me here to die

 It’s as if I’m entering a new phase in this journey we call life.  It’s time to cinch up my seat belt a little tighter.  And lean on God a little more.  And not carry the weight of the world.It is a sweet reminder.  And a day later, I’m still reminding myself to let go and just be.  And trust He is enough.