
Take me away...anywhere!
Oh Lord, I need to get away. I don't care where. I don't care how. I just need to get away. My patience is dwindling, my fuse is shrinking, and my emotional and physical fatigue is growing like yeast. I don't know how I can keep doing this if I can't get a break, a respite, a moment to breathe. A chance to go to the bathroom alone. To go to the bathroom without a fight erupting in the living room. A chance to take a bath or to sleep at night without wondering who is going online without supervision and going where they should not. I don't need a month, two weeks, or even one whole week.. [although I certainly would take it!]. But I need to go away long enough to recharge. To be ready to go back and dig into this work with eagerness and gresh energy. I know it is important, and I do love this work. But I need to breathe. I need to regroup and recharge my batteries. Help me hold on until I can. Help me to need it less. But, soon. Soon, please.
Excerpted from "The Caring Heart Speaks: Meditations for foster, kinship, and adoptive parents" by Gail Underwood Parker Artwork by Anna Parker David from the book cover.
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