After 11 years of mothering and tending to needs, upon needs, upon needs, my soul feels tired and my body weary.God has infused me with his graces, and is using these this season to speak warmly to my heart about the need to tending my own heart, and body. And it’s been so freeing.I’ve spent more time in this bed this week because me and the baby have strep, but God has used it so much. He’s showing me the fruit of my labor in my daughter bringing me tea, and my son doing the dishes. He’s taught me that the whole world won’t fall apart if I am not there to juggle it.I’m simply allowing for others to fill in the gaps and rise to use their own giftings. It’s a bit of passing the baton to the older ones that they are equipped, and empowered, and able to make food, and be trusted to get along when I can’t always put it back together.This week has been so hard as I am used to doing all the things, but it has also been so good, as I’m reminded by our loving Father that I wasn’t ever designed to do all of the things. He has woven a village around me to carry what I can’t. In my own kids, and my friends who’ve turned family beyond these walls. I’m just so thankful for villages. And grace. Always grace.