My husband and I have this saying about our buckets being full. Whenever I have so much on my plate I get to a point where I can't handle anything. Thats when I make stupid mistakes like when Kayde fell in the ditch. Anyway its like when my bucket is full if you add even one more thing the water starts dripping out. Thats exactly what it feels like.
Anyway last night my husband tells me his bucket is full. No to be uncompassionate but what? I said to him he must have a pretty small bucket. I take care of him all day. We had this huge long fight because I had a hard week and asked him to help me and he sat on the couch and became his introverted self. Anyway at the end I told him I needed to give me rest. As I was saying these words I realized who would give me rest. If I want real rest its not going to come from my hubby but from above. I always struggle with finding my refuge and rest in Christ. Lord help me.