The past few days have been tough. There are things to do, lots of pressure towards the end of the semester and oh yeah– kids.
I was in the shower the other day while hubby took care of getting the kids breakfast and since that’s the only time I really have to myself, that’s usually when I find a few minutes to pray.
“Jesus,” I asked, “…why?”
“Why did you bother to come and be born as a baby, grow up, spend years teaching, die that horrible death and then rise again? I’m doing what I can here with my life and yeah, I could be doing better, but why did you do that for us? My days are spent cleaning toilets and changing diapers and making lunch that no one eats. Why did you expend all that Greatness just to come for things that are so… mundane?”
I sat with that thought for about thirty seconds (that’s a long time these days) and then suddenly I got a response.