I am carrying so much. I’m at the edge of my endurance. I have no patience, energy, or compassion. Every day is about getting things done as best I can and keeping myself sane. There’s very little room for the needs of others. I’m in a self-absorbed crisis mode. I want to carry around a sign listing everything that’s difficult in my life right now so that everyone will respect my pain and think twice about asking something else of me.
I know. I am whiny and ungrateful. I have so many blessings, and things could be so much worse. I know. I don’t feel it.
- They that hope in the LORD will renew their strength, they will soar as with eagles’ wings;
- They will run and not grow weary, walk and not grow faint.
- Isaiah 40:31