I'm tired. Very, very tired. It's been a long week. Not a bad week, just a seemingly long week.
Ever have those?
I can't put my finger on just one thing and I don't have a certain someone to blame or a certian something to criticize. But, my mind has been thinking nonstop and my emotions have been running on high and my patience has been collapsing and my fatigue is quickly taking over.
Ever felt that way?
God has dropped some extraordinary and wonderful blessings on our family this week. Reason to celebrate and rejoice and jump. God has also confirmed the reality of some internal questions and struggles by advice from trusted relationships. Reason to breathe deep and hold fast and pray.
Ever experience that - the pendulum swing from blessing bliss to silent struggle?
One thing is certain: I'm thankful that God is God and I am not. If he's got the whole world in his hands then I can most certainly know he's got teeny-tiny me and my family too. If he's promised to watch the birds and the flowers then I can rest assured he's not going to overlook my apprehensions and concerns.
And that's the best feeling and the best confidence and the best assurance. Ever.