Can I just say that I’m exhausted? Between trying to get healthier, sleep deprivation, cooking meals, attending PTSA meetings, planning a birthday party, working, writing, blogging, dating, helping with homework, washing clothes, getting my car serviced and trying not to forget what I keep forgetting, I’m exhausted.
When I saw the service engine light come on in my newly repaired car, I wanted to die. I wanted to crawl up in the fetal position and cry. Why? Because this season has found me bound and gag with disappointments, trials and tribulations. I wake up and with strangled voice whisper “God, please give me continued strength to endure.” Not much more to say.
God sees all and knows all and I’m not giving up, but the hits keep coming and like a prized and determined fighter I keep getting back up. I can’t pretend that I’m not mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually drained. I am. I am asking for a refill in my happy tank. My happy bucket needs filling. I’m human.
So, while I ponder ways to refill my happy bucket let me encourage you with this…
You can endure. The road you’re traveling may seem desolate and dreary, but you are not alone. My problems may not be yours and yours are not mine but we are one. We are kindred spirits and we will not be defeated by life’s problems or situations. We will crawl, walk or carry each other because that is what we’re supposed to do. Believe that there will be an end and we will survive.