New Every Morning....

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning, new every morning. Great is Thy faithfulness, Oh Lord...."
I can still hear the worship team at the church I "grew up in" playing and singing that song. Never would have imagined that now, at 26 years old, I would even REMEMBER that song. Much less have it playing as a soundtrack during my daily struggles these days. But isn't it true? He really is faithful. And what a RELIEF that His love is steadfast. I know I need it to be.
Not so patient these days. Overstressed...overtired. The word "emotional" wouldn't begin to encompass my current state. The hubby has been working a long streak of night shifts, good for the checking account, not so good for his girls back at home. In fact, rather miserable for said girls.
Preschool is out for Christmas break, coupled with all the different holiday eating habits (you know: sweets, cakes, pies, brownies, candy...JUNK!), and the need to compete for my attention, my little Princess (Pumpkin) is acting like royalty-of the brat palace.
My Cupcake has decided to redesign her sleeping habits to include choosing not to. We "really need to work on that" but haven't slowed down from all our chaos to tackle the problem. She is, as always, into everything....climbing, grabbing, jumping on or off, pulling, pushing. You name it. She is well, wild! Oh, and did I mention that she tolerates her diaper being dirty or wet for only about 15 seconds now, and that's if I'm lucky? Oh yeah, pants down, diaper rrrrrripped off! Which is encouraging, in that she has a desire to quit wearing them. But really? I can't keep her clothes on her! She's lightning fast! Which brings me to ...
My little Peanut has made it through her almost 5 months of life, mostly unharmed and no worse for the wear. Mostly because I don't put her in harms way too often. Translation: she is always in her crib, in my arms, in a strapped-in piece of baby equipment. But since she has exhausted about all the trips she could master in her crib, I decided that it was developmentally necessary to move on to things like the exersaucer-to strengthen her back muscles and teach her to begin holding herself upright. Also, I am trying to "stand guard" while she has plenty of time on the floor. Which puts her greatly in harms' way. (See Cupcake reference, above.)
Soooo.....I'm going crazy!!!! My Christmas tree is still up, all my decor is still out (which was minimal, thankfully, this year just because I didn't have the time or energy to go all out!), my house is a mess. Laundry is mostly clean but not put away. Instead, in baskets in each bedroom is a pile of laundry waiting to be put away. I have started feeding the Peanut pureed foods, which means I need to get started freezing batches of food in advance. Haven't done it. Aaaagh!
I have yet to take a few hours to get fully involved with my lovely Christmas presents from my husband (a new piano AND a new computer program to edit my pics and videos) simply because of the list above. And that was only the beginning. So.
As I was saying. I've been rather short lately. Really tired lately. Overstressed? definitely. Overwhelmed?Oh yeah. But while I have so much I want (and need) to accomplish, and while I'm not looking so graceful during the attempt, I am SO thankful that His mercies really are new every morning. And each year.
It's been a rough year. Actually, the last 10 haven't exactly been peaches and cream. But I can hold on to this hope that He will carry us through whatever gets thrown our way. Because He has proven Himself faithful to carry us this far, and I know I couldn't have made it on my own. He must have big things in store....otherwise I figure He wouldn't have wasted the time on rescuing me from this mess. So as wade through this sorrow and pain from losing my Daddy, and try to get a handle on this crazy life of mine, I will continually try to "cast my cares on Him"...and "...lean not on my own understanding". I will just trust Him to handle what is next, and hope that He's changing me and molding me enough to be ready for it. Good or bad.
Gonna go to bed now...tomorrow is a new day!