With a 2 year old dead weight on my shoulder who is too sick and too sad to be put down and a whimpering one year old toddling after us, it just seems like 2 arms aren't enough.
With everyone sick, and me trying to sanitize the "important" things and wash down everything that I'm able, it just seems like 2 arms aren't enough.
Breaking up squabbles, while trying to get everyone fed, praying to the Lord that they'll all keep down whatever I feed them, it just seems like 2 arms aren't enough.
If only I had one more hand to clean, to hold, or to help. If only I was able to do a little more. "Mommy needs both hands right now," has been a reoccurring phrase in our home this week and each time it's met with sobs from little hearts that just need comfort.
If I had an extra arm maybe I'd win the biological warfare that's being waged in our home, maybe I'd get the carpet vacuumed, maybe I'd get the furniture dusted.
But 2 arms are enough to hold and help the children who need me. They're enough to take care of the little ones who just need a little comfort.
2 arms are enough, because I have a God who helps in my time of trouble. I have a God who I can turn to when I need strength.
2 Arms are enough because I have a God who I call Lord, who is more than enough.
