Tired is not a good way to try to cope with the difficulties of life. But, Jesus knows that. He holds me. He rests me. He walks with me. And, when I think I really am going under....He calms the sea. Nothing is too difficult for Him.
I have had a generally happy week so far. Keeping focused on what matters most. Working hard. Praying. But it is still ridiculously hard to be home at the same time. and, I hate that I have to get up and out in order to maintain my sanity. I napped in my car this morning...yes, again. It IS peaceful. Warm. No worries. But I dislike that those things don't describe my house.
Somehow, I have also just struggled with knowing that there are so many ways in which I want to do better. I want to grow. To become the woman I know that I am...that I have been. But it's HARD. And frankly, much of the time I just feel like a jerk.
Nonetheless, I walk forward. I keep going. And when I cry for help, He answers. He sends messages and kindnesses. People who care. He helps me to breathe.
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