Yesterday was a good day. What made it a good day was the absence of stress (or at least a considerable decrease in pressure). It seems kind of pitiful that I dread five out of seven days of each week. I never wanted to be one of those working for the weekend or living for
I’m not using my time wisely. It’s frustrating. There’s so much to do that it gets overwhelming, then I get so overwhelmed that I just can’t do anything. It kind of reminds me of when I was a kid (or maybe I still do this), and I’d try something new. If I couldn’t do it
We’ve been praying together for four whole years. I can hardly believe it. Thank you for your faithfulness and for your perseverance. There were so many times I wanted to quit. Satan crept in and filled me with doubt as to my accomplishing anything here. I felt isolated and alone like my words were falling