Pause by the window. Drink the cool water. Sort the mail that came right to your door. He may not have said what you wished he would have, but even after the words and the snippy, he still comes to the table, rocks with the babies, loves. The well-laid plans may have been lost in the gritty details, the meal may have been too expensive, the girls may have fought from Cheerios til jammie time, but we still have hope. This day may have been worn inside out, but you are still here, breathing. Fill up your lungs with the sweet, steady air of the faithfulness of God.
Remembering His faithfulness by night.
“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.”