I don't know why Wednesday. But Wednesday it is.
On Wednesday I want to adopt a false identity and run away to Costa Rica never to be heard from again.
On Wednesday I wonder why life is so hard and if it only gets harder, what's the point of wanting to live until 80?
On Wednesday I wonder if 5:30 is too early to put the kids to bed.
On Wednesday I wonder if 10am is too early for margaritas.
On Wednesday, I find myself counting the minutes until Daddy gets home.
On Wednesday, there's no pretending. I'm not Super Mom. I am a frail, sinful human being, desperately in need of Savior. Today.
On Wednesday, I force myself to count my blessings.
On Wednesday, I cry.
On Wednesday, I say: In all things, give thanks.
On Wednesday, I go to bed and thank Him for another Wednesday.