Oh Sunday night, how you make my heart ache. You're so bittersweet. One last sweet slow evening with my loves before the busy week begins. One bitter last slow evening with my loves before the busy week begins.
Since going back to work after Noah was born, Sunday night has always been hard. My eyes still well up with tears and my face gets hot and my throat gets lumpy just thinking about having to leave my sweet little man the next morning. Every. Single. Week. It's so hard for me to not lose perspective.
I'm grateful I only have to work three days a week.
I'm grateful on those three days Noah gets to be home with his Daddy.
I'm grateful for my healthy, happy boy.
But my heart still aches and my eyes still burn with tears as I get my lunch ready for the next day. It's hard for me to remember that God wants to use me at my job, too, and it's even harder for me to remember that this job is a blessing from Him. A huge, fat, here-you-go-even-though-tons-of-other-people-were-probably-way-more-qualified-than-you-for-the-job kind of blessing.
And every week, my heart is settled by that reminder. My job is a blessing. I have a purpose at my job. God sees my heartache. He knows my pain. And He loves me through it.
(thankful)
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