What if I have nothing else to give?
A dirty high chair,
A messy, falling out bun in my hair,
An aching need to just nap,
Cluttered toys and sticky floors...
It's all mocking me.
Again, what if I have nothing else? What if it's all dried up?
What if it all crowds in on me... the everything that takes from me and the nothing I have to give... what if it overtakes me and I can't recover?
My eyes are still shut, and I wait for some command.
Some order to get on my knees and drive my forehead into the ground.
Some motivation to make sure to be more disciplined, more together.
All I can see is the time and the energy that I just don't have.
Even though I know them, the words touch me in a new way this time as they're whispered into my soul:
His arms can't be cut off, even by a mound of cluttered toys.
His ears can't be muffled by the noisy baby or the lists in my head.
When you feel like you can't reach through it all, whatever it is, remember.
It's not too much for Him to get through.
He's got really, really long arms.
He'll find you if you let Him.