May is a stressful month in my household. It feels much like December.

A pen marking on every weekend and evening. Unrelenting busyness.

You and your spouse see each other in passing. There is not enough time to sit down and play with your babies. You wore the same pants twice this week, because let's be real, laundry was not high on the priority list.

Everywhere you turn, it's another reminder of how little time and energy you have to give.

I see you.

While my baby girl was taking a nap today, which in and of itself is a miracle, my husband reminded me, "Believe it or not, we can do this."

The late nights, the frequent wake-ups, the oppressive schedule, the workload that never seems to end.

Typically at this point, little things become big things, family members get sick, you have to work overtime, your refrigerator stops working. Cheap shots. Attempts to keep you in bed with the sheets pulled tightly over your head.

We don't have to do this alone. You don't have to do this life alone.

There is One who waits to make 'we' into three. He gives strength when you haven't slept in two weeks. Praise! He gives a friend sweet words to uplift you at the right time. He is not surprised by yours and my weakness. He uses "May seasons" to remind you who the strength Giver is.

He can take those prayers of frustration and hurt. He is an extravagant grace-giver. And just like any good Daddy would, will wrap you up in the strongest hug.

And let you know, even though right now it's May...June's coming!"

Love and Laughter,

Shelby