Ever find yourself stressed not because of anything major, like health or financial problems, but because the expectations you’ve put on yourself have suddenly turned into a ginormous, unbearable weight?
Oh, do we get that!
Some weeks are just plain rough. The car breaks down, you lose your temper big-time with the kids, your whole department at work gets laid off—you name it. There’s no way through it except to just embrace the struggle, give it to God, and keep on going the best you can.
If this is you this week, we see you. In fact, we’re right there with you.
I don’t know about you, but my kids are on summer break, and I’m really getting used to waking up at seven or eight for work instead of six a.m. Not everyone is a morning person, after all. I’m not—I like to say becoming a parent forced me to pretend I am, but left to my own devices, I’d probably roll out of bed at ten each day.
There’s something about the smell of freshly brewed coffee that knocks my socks off. Do you know what I mean? It’s especially strong on those mornings when I’m bone-weary and I stayed up too late the night before with a sick kid, or just replays of my to-do list running circles in my mind. The alarm will go off, and I’ll be tempted to hit snooze. Again. And again. And then that scent drifts in from the kitchen, and suddenly I’m staggering to the coffeepot, and presto. The day has officially begun. I used to have a motto: I run...