But God.
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Friday I’ll be about an hour from home. All day.
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Friday night I’m babysitting.
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I’m old enough to know where my wall is. (I’ve hit it enough times.) Hitting the wall isn’t fun. It’s hard. It hurts. I’ve seen it coming and I’ve been completely blindsided. The wall hurts and it’s hard whether you see it coming or not.
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So I put a big red ‘x’ on Saturday. ‘X’ marks the wall.
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But God.
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But our church scheduled a day of service for Saturday.
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Y’all can serve. Need some graphic design? I’m happy to help. Website update? Social media update? I got you.
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Anything that can be done from my house + in my pajamas… it’s my wall day.
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But God.
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But then I realized that maybe there’s something I can do.
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So…I’m babysitting Saturday morning for a couple so they can go serve together ❤️❤️
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Then Saturday afternoon I’m possibly babysitting for another couple so they can go see a movie.
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The wall told me I’d be at my limit.
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But God told me I could throw on sweats and keep kids alive and entertained for a few hours. (I’ve been doing that for 22+ years.)
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Do I get tired? Nope. Okay, well, yes. But no – because I’ve learned not to hit the wall.
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But the same God who moves mountains and parts seas can push that wall back a little further.
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☕️ Also, my love language is coffee so if you see me this weekend and I look dead, you know what to do. ✌️