I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to be stretched thin and worn and tattered. It’s okay to feel as if you have given every last ounce of yourself and you don’t think you can give an inch more. It’s okay to have a disaster of a house and crying kids and no food in the fridge to eat.
Why? Because you’re real. You’re human. And God loves us just the way we are. Imperfectly perfect.