Lately I have realized that I need to wake up each morning praying for grace for that day to make it through. Today I realized that I need to pray for grace for each action and each moment. I needed God to help me stand up from lying down on the ground after lunch and staring at the ceiling. I needed him to help me get ready. I needed him to help me stop dragging my feet on my way to work. God is good and I praise him for his glorious grace.
Today has been hard. There is no other way to put it. It was difficult to pay attention or even sit through my classes. I had to get up and leave once. I am tired, but I pray for energy. I am sad, but I pray for joy. I am drained, but I pray that I can pour out. God will hold me up against the flood. I love him and am thankful for that.
I am going to Memphis tonight and I am excited about that. It will be a good time away and I think it will be refreshing. I am dressed up, which is more frequent now but still quite infrequent. My shoes each have a blue spot of paint on them from guatemala almost four years ago. Some things never change.
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