God sees me.

Since Seth has been working on our new house, I've been doing this whole mom thing alone. He doesn't get home until 10pm most nights and the kids have long gone to bed. It was hard work taking care of this crew of 6 under 7 when Seth was home part-time. It was really hard when he went back to work full-time and now that he's gone close to 80 hours a week, I am beat down. My main reason for writing this post is because I want to brag about how I got 6 kids bathed (with soap, not just with the hose outside) in under an hour all by myself. I am so impressed with myself that I want to share with someone, but since I gave up Facebook, no instant approval is available. We need that as humans, the validation of our accomplishments and our feelings. I get kinda lonely over here.  When the kids have a virus that they pass around and no one wants to visit and we can't leave the house, things are more difficult than usual. My mom, our speech pathologist and the UPS guy are like water in the desert to me and my stir-crazy kiddos.

It's easy to let Satan whisper lies in your ear, "You're all alone in this. Where's your support system that you had to write out for DHS? What's wrong with you? No one sees YOU."

Then God reminded me that He does see me. He asked me the question, "If I am the only one whoever sees you and appreciates the work you do, is that enough?" I'd love to say that I didn't hesitate, but after stewing over the question, I replied with, "It has to be." Because, "Am I now trying to win the approval of men, or of God? Or am I trying to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a servant of Christ." Galatians 1:10