Worn

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Day 16

Today, I’m feeling like this old door on my garden shed. I’m tired, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I’ve been battling thoughts and tossing them around. Analyzing every conversation over and over. This has been going on since Tuesday afternoon and I am worn out.

I’m sharing that because I had to dig a little for today’s thankful post…not because I have nothing to be thankful for. I’m thankful for my family, my lap dog, my home, the food I have and the table to eat it at. I have a great job, wonderful friends, I am rich in blessings and love. I love Jesus and He loves me. I have His word in multiple versions and try to read it every day.

But today, I’m tired and I wanted to be transparent in my struggle, because I didn’t want to post something half assed. I am thankful for my life, but today the struggle is real and I had to dig a little and be honest instead of chosing something specific yet half hearted to write about.

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My name is Jennifer. I'm the wife of Dave, my favorite husband ever, and the mom to 450, give or take a few. I've given birth to two handsome baby boys, who have grown in to two handsome, wonderful young men. I do, however, provide snacks, bandaids, a listening ear, emotional support, calls to check in on, and so much more to about 450 kids at the high school where I am the "office lady". So in essence, I have 450 plus kids. My husband and I live in the middle of nowhere, in the upper left corner of the lower 48, with our dogs, cats, occasional cow, and a stray horse named Amber. In the absence of children in the home, our mixed breed lap dog, who happens to be the size of a small pony, has become our fur baby. I have a heart for the broken and hurting. God did not bring me through childhood abuse, bad decisions as a teenager and saved by Christ as an adult, to keep my story to myself. I firmly believe that we are not meant to walk this road alone, I mean God did create Eve because it wasn't good to leave Adam alone.

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