Today was the first time I really and truly understood the paradox we so often hear: in our weakness, God is strong, or the concept that God works through (or with) our weakness.
It was one of those days, right from the moment the alarm rang this morning. You know the days I mean? I felt like the best thing I could do - for myself and the world - was roll over and sleep the day away (with breaks for books and tea). I felt so incredibly tired and lacklustre. There was no oomph within me, no pizzazz, no sparkle. Troublesome as Monday is Storytime Day. On Storytime Day, Librarian Tess has to be on, dynamic, interested and interesting. My left knee felt like it was going to bend backwards at any moment (odd, I know. Don't ask me why.) My back was sore. I just didn't have it in me on any level and desperately wished for a day at home.
To work I went, without even the presence of mind to offer the day to God or ask for help.
God knew and He sent help anyway. I don't know who was with me this morning (is there a patron saint of children's librarians, or plumb-tuckered-out-folks?) but I know you were there, and I thank you for it, from the bottom of my heart. It was the best morning yet, program-wise. I didn't even forget the tune to Sleeping Bunnies, and the group of children who came today were lovely.
The very best part: knowing none of it was me, not one moment of it, not one minuscule element.
Our God is an awesome God, isn't He?