“Mom, i don’t know if it’s the fire or what, but I feel like i’m invisible…do you even care about me?”

this from my boy who gets the most of me much of the time.   

but it’s been a week of fires.  both literally and figuratively. big and small.  and there is only so much of me. 

i do know  the truth that i can not be everything they need me to be.  they will have to look past me to the One who will not fail, who always Sees them, and Knows everything.  Knowing it doesn’t make it less painful. 

 Why do you say, O Jacob, and assert, O Israel,

“My way is hidden from the Lord,

And the justice due me escapes the notice of my God”?

²⁸  Do you not know? Have you not heard?

The Everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth

Does not become weary or tired.

His understanding is inscrutable.

²⁹ He gives strength to the weary,

And to him who lacks might He increases power.   (isaiah 40)

even my way is not hidden.  oh grant Strength, my Jesus, for i am weary.