My Hands are Full.

I feel full.
I have always ((hated)) when people say,
"Your hands sure are full, aren't they honey..."

They are full.
There I said it.

There is so much to do.
Marriage. Love. Grace.
Little People. Love. Grace.
Forgiveness.
School. Education. Basics.
Camp. Relationships. Ministry.

All thing things I NEED to do. Dishes. Keeping us stocked and fed.
All the things I SHOULD. "Quiet Time." Being "there" for people.
All the things I PLANNED to do. Sewing. Baby books. Milking Goats.

Internal scream of angst!

But, my life is full.
My hands are holding what God has poured from his riches into them.

Riches are heavy. They have weight and substance that requires much of me.

It requires growth. My arms and heart and mind to become stronger and more resilient.
The weight of his riches makes me able to bear crosses of pain and struggle later on.
It makes me fit for what I am intended.

My hands are full.
Like a bowl.
Ready to be poured out.