I wake up plumb exhausted…however that’s possible…and tell Jackson so.
He reaches for my hand under the covers, a bit of connection before the day rushes upon us.
“It’s not just body-tired,” I tell him. “It’s heart-tired. I feel soul weary and don’t want to do anything but lay in this bed.”
He rubs my arm before springing out of bed with parting instructions: “You stay here and rest. I’m fixing breakfast this morning.”
I let him.
I know the best way to serve my family today is by first strengthening my heart with grace. (Hebrews 13:9)