I know I have it good. My cup of blessings are overflowing.
I know I take too much for granted, and that I really have little excuse for this feeling.
My list of responsibility is short.
But life is wearing me down.
I can't do it.
I don't want to.
I feel like a petulant child or a lazy slug.
But maybe that's the point.
I can't keep this up.
I'm filled with dread and defeat. A taste of failure and I feel I've failed at everything.
I need priority.
I need focus.
I need rejuvenation.
I think all of this, all of my feelings of utter inadequacy are to remind me to draw near to my power source, to the one who promises He is with me always, even to the end of the world.
The one who promises that His yoke is easy and His burden light.
The one who reminds me I am to work at things wholeheartedly, as if it is for Him.
The one who tells me I'm even more than a conqueror in Him.
You'd think I'd learn my lesson and remember that my identity is supposed to be Christ. My power source is Christ.
All things through Him and by Him.
I'm a slow learner.