Nearly home

   As I type, David is nearly home (less than half an hour). I'm tired, he's tired, and it's going to be an interesting afternoon. By God's grace and with his strength I've survived the last nine days. 
   As I've washed up each day I've gazed at this verse (pictured) that has been sitting on my window sill. It was a verse that's puzzled me in the past, for it's pretty obvious that I cannot do everything. But this week it's become clear that with God's strength I can do everything he gives me to do. 
   So many people say to mothers of multiple children (i.e. more than they have) or multiple boys: I couldn't do it. I don't know how you do. Well, neither do we, except that God gives us the daily strength. We don't rely on him as much as we should, to be truthful, but he's always there, waiting to help. For 

²⁸ Do you not know?    Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God,    the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary,    and his understanding no one can fathom.²⁹ He gives strength to the weary    and increases the power of the weak.³⁰ Even youths grow tired and weary,    and young men stumble and fall;³¹ but those who hope in the LORD    will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles;    they will run and not grow weary,    they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40 NIV)