Last night as Laura and I were going to bed, she confessed to being at the end. “If it weren’t for our two kids, I would just roll up into a ball and go away.” Yea, amen. Just a couple hours earlier, I was in the shower saying, “LORD, just kill me and bring me home.”
We are worn out. Just plain worn out.
I dont have anything in me to find a job. I am lost trying to find a part-time gig vs. full-time vs. CO vs. ATL vs. anything else.
The LORD is distant, yet I know that He is ever present.
I pray for expediency as we enter our new season. The resistance remains high.
It is enough. I hope. It sure does feel like the bottom.