God help me. I try to keep a sense of humor about the work I do. However, some days are tougher than others. I cannot share the details but this has been a very rough morning. I am back home now.
HALT!!!!
Hungry
Angry
Lonely
Tired
Twila Paris sings it so well, "The Warrior is a Child."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRNFf3ykQvM Right now, I feel pretty out there by myself. There are some problems that due to confidentiality that I cannot share with many people. Emotionally, I am spent. So, it is time for some prayer and a nap.
Honestly, I do not believe that a man is a solution to my problems on days like this. I confess that a hug would be nice. So, I take a deep breath and pray. I trust that God is my strength even when I don't feel His comfort. I know by faith that He is there.
I will rest believing that God will keep working on the problems. Knowing that I will still have to tackle the practical Mommy stuff like housework when I wake up. Even in moments like this, I thank God for the journey. I thank God for the hard days. I thank Him for the cases that trouble my heart. I thank Him for life's welfare just as it is right now.
His grace is sufficient. For His power is made perfect in weakness. (See 2 Corinthians 12:9)