i don't know how you do it, they say. well, neither do i.
It's 9:15pm and the skin around my eyes feels tight from too many tears. It's been one of those days where every moment is a battle. Some days are victory marches and other days you crawl on bloodied knees. And yet, even here, there are small mercies. Small graces. A phone call from a friend and later, unexpected help arriving at my door. I must remember these small mercies because my faith is colliding with the reality of my life and I'm wondering how I'll come out alive. Not if. But how. How will He accomplish His work in me? Pray this for me: that I might learn contentment right here, to settle into the pain and the work of it and to know, above all, that He is God, He is good. May God be glorified.