Sometimes you get to the end of the week and wonder how you got there. How you made it without punching anything. Without falling apart.
It finds you breathless. Weary & spent.
The arguments. The frustrations. The need to please all.
You feel the tears threaten your eyelids, and the anger rising….
Because you can’t help but wonder if God has you on mute because others similar requests seem to be more important to Him than yours as you see theirs answered and yours……
And so you stuff it all down.
Because your burdens are your burdens and your fellow man has enough of their own.
You look at the faded words of life on your hand, and wonder where it all went. That hope and excitement that was percolating a few weeks ago.
And you find yourself here, comparing the ratio of weekend to work days and wonder when things will go your way.
When hope won’t be so hard.
When faith is just a tad bit easier.