As I left work yesterday evening, I cried. I stopped momentarily at the mechanic when I asked if they could fit me in for an oil change. They couldn’t. I paused briefly as I made my way through the aisles of my local grocery store. But from the time I left work at 4:00 PM to the time I went to bed with my Hubby at 11:00 PM, I cried.
I am exhausted. Physically, my back is killing me from lugging customers’ cases of soda and water at my second job. Emotionally, I am so homesick and ready to move back to Ohio and be with our friends and family. Mentally, I am so discouraged and miserable at my job.
I am just plain exhausted.
I haven’t been posting my Sunday Blessings lately. One, because I’m either working or completely out of commission by the time Sundays roll around these days. Two, because I haven’t made God much of a priority these last few months. But today, for the first time in weeks, if not months, I prayed. I sat in a traffic jam caused by a three-car collision and prayed for those involved. I prayed for my Hubby who is equally as exhausted as I am. And ever-so-selfishly, I prayed for myself. I prayed for peace, for the strength to stand up for myself when I need to, for faith in God’s timing. In the midst, of a serious case of the blues, I humbly brought myself to the feet of my Lord.
I am still exhausted. Still miserable at work. But, I am not alone. I didn’t hit rock bottom. But I hit just low enough, to scrape together what faithfulness I have left to call on my God.
It’s funny how sometimes the very act of prayer is an answered prayer. Sitting in stop-and-go traffic, tearfully asking the Lord for more mercy and grace then I will ever deserve, I began to reflect on my blessings. So while I experience this rough patch, I am eternally grateful for the roof that rests over my head. For the food that fills my cupboards. And for the absolutely astounding love and kindness my husband bestows upon me every day.