Today's reading: Mark 1:35-39
How I can identify with Jesus here... if he ever wondered what motherhood was like, in this experience I think he got a good glimpse! Even as I write this, the one-year-old is in my lap, turning (not quite gently enough) the Bible pages, having dragged onto my writing table several musical instruments, Mr. Potato Head bodyparts, and a banana peel.
But if even Jesus needed personal space--truly needed it, required it for times of prayer and refreshment so he could go about his work--then surely it's okay for me.
God, help me to resist the urge to play the "mommy martyr" by insisting I can do it all without taking care of myself too. Give me the humility to realize that I need space, and time; give me inventiveness to create space for rejuvenation, and give me gentleness in asking for time to use it.