Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise:
Which having no guide, overseer, or ruler,
Provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest.
It’s that time of the year, where the school schedule has gotten old and maybe even the bright school supplies have given way to half broken crayons. Momentum slows, and we are just hoping to make it to the finish line of another year.
As mothers we feel the stretch of needing to be doing a hundred things at once and we wonder how we will manage it all. We feel overwhelmed by the busyness of all that is involved in our calling as wives and mothers.
And sometimes I think that we are trying to do too much. What do I mean by that?