I've kinda been feeling like just throwing up my hands, not in a "I'm over it" way but in a "I want to crawl up in Jesus' lap and let Him hold me while I cry" kinda way. Just drop everything and scream out for help.
I've felt this way for a few days, maybe weeks now. At first I felt guilty about it because I don't want to get exhausted by the things I do. That's when service can turn into obligation and that's just a bad place to be. But reading Elijah's story gave me a new perspective.
God told Elijah to rest. He told him to be fed and gain his strength because what was coming next was gonna take some serious energy.
So tonight I took a needed rest. I broke my normal routine so that I could stay home and relax and think about God. I'm blogging about two hours earlier than usual which actually feels better, like my mind is clearer. Next, I plan on reading until I drift off to wonderland.
If I can decide what to read. I'm currently reading four books simultaneously. I'm sure you'll hear about that later.
