I Got Nothing....

"A long day" only begins to sum up the day. It actually began in the early morning hours. Both of my children had fallen asleep on the futon that I had been sharing with my daughter. Rather than move my boy-child, I elected to sleep where he had been - on a slightly over-sized chair with the ottoman pushed up beside it.

The previous few nights with my daughter had been a seemingly non-stop assault of arms, elbows, and (literally) fingers up the nose... MY nose.... HER fingers.... She managed to sleep through the event. Me, not so much...

So, I figured, once I got propped right, I might score a better night sleep alone in the chair than sharing the bed with her. I was not prepared for her 3am declaration to her brother: "You are NOT supposed to BE HERE!!" Nor was I prepared for her to crawl into the chair with me.

Oh yes, of course, I considered moving onto the futon - but the boy assaults with his arms AND legs.

Suffice it to say, the return trip home - including changing planes in Philadelphia - was challenging. I called upon much prayer, much reliance on the grace of God, and the strength that is beyond me.

Somehow, when I get to the point where "I got nothing", He so willingly provides.

We had a wonderful visit with family....

Yet, it is wonderful to be home as well.

And, as always, I am grateful for Him doing for me....