It’s been another two weeks. I don’t want to dwell on the topic of work. It’s the same week to week. One week might be tougher than another, but so what? I’ve experienced tougher, and I am certain I will experience tougher. I can only thank God that He continually sustains me and keeps me alive, that He has brought me this far, and that He who began a good work in me will carry it to completion until the day that Christ returns (Philippians 1:6).
Recently, my mind has been having multiple conversations with itself nonstop. I’ve been feeling like I need to take a break from everything, including church, and go to be alone with God for a while, sort out everything in my life, and get some physical rest so that I may be sharpened for the work cut out for me. I wish I could stop time, so that I may take a moment and catch my breath.
In day-to-day life, I’ve been less lazy. I started cooking again, started eating more healthily, and pushed myself to get things done. I even flossed for the first time in months. I gave myself and my roommate haircuts today. I think his turned out better than mine did.