Pity party

I confess, the dogs of self pity have been barking at my door all week. I feel like my reasons are pretty good, but to list them here would only serve to feed the dogs, so I'll skip the litany this morning. Suffice it to say that I'm tired, trying to do too much, and distinctly aware that I've been neglecting the emotional needs of my children.

So, to solve this problem, I launched into my own solutions. Tuesday I took the day off, got a good book from the library, got none of my many jobs done, and felt like a louse by the end of the day. Seeing that lazy was not the answer, I chose worker ant on Wednesday. Practically from the moment I got up until I took Abby to a birthday party I was in my paint clothes, determined to get the job done. Josiah asked me mid-day why I was in such a rush to finish.

This morning I woke up feeling dull, tired and done. I had tried to hold the dogs at bay by my own strength, and failed miserably. It was then that I remembered the sermon from the weekend, and had to chuckle to myself at how quickly I had become a living example of failing the test. Jesus taught us to ASK when things seem insurmountable. The irony is, that's even the verse for the week on this austere blog. :) So this morning I asked. For sanity, for peace, for joy. 

What do you do to keep the dogs of self pity at bay? Have you yet asked God to open your eyes to His plans and purposes for your life? Believe me, I'm in the pit with you - just thought it might be good to put a word out there for us to lift our eyes out of the mire and onto our King. He is truly good.