Life handed out some pretty interesting challenges last week and in the midst of all, I thought of the words, "When all around my soul gives way, He then is all my hope and stay." Do you ever just get so tired that it seems there's never enough rest? Never enough sleep? Never enough rejuvenating, rebuilding, renewal? When we get this far down, it's a long way back up. It's a long way to see the faint bit of sunlight that remains - and you're just too weary to think about that reach.
I'm just needing to go to bed before I get more morose - I know that in the future I'll read this and wonder what big burden weighed so upon me. It is enough for now to say it's there, and to say as the hymnwriter, "Even so, it is well, it is well with my soul."
The pressure is enormous - sleep is a relief. Monday morning comes in a few hours - and may God be us all.
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