Today is a really tough day. There is a certain deficit in my love bank. Certain work and groups of people zaps my energy/love bank. As much as I dont want to be seen as weak and uncooperative, yet, I don’t have the energy to serve without feeling bitter.
I complain and cried in my prayer time
– why didn’t make you make me stronger?
– why did you make me so broken?
I had a certain peace at that moment. As though a moment, it is okay to be weak and broken. I dont really understand it. It seems okay to be like that.
In today’s class, kids and I pretended to be birds looking for worms. I bought candy worms as an experience of being birds. As I open the packet of candy, the kids were all over – “ME”.
I had a glimpse of what it means by being a parent and feeding their young. Like God who provides for us… we are his young. And just depend on Him.
That is okay.