I've been wondering what life would be like if I was physically at 100%. Right now I've got another cold and am still battling my allergies. Not to mention Brandon and Soren are both getting over nasty viruses too! Add to that an intense amount of schoolwork that seems to keep adding up, back-to-back travel weekends, and my clinical rotation that starts tomorrow. It's a battle every day to ward off anxiety, to sum up the energy to play with Soren, and to find the creativity to connect with Brandon. I feel like I'm holding onto life by a thread.
Ahhh... But I know that without the hard times I wouldn't recognize the good times... I wouldn't grow in the depths of my soul... I wouldn't make art out of pain... I wouldn't hear God's voice as clearly...
So what beauty can come from these ashes of sickness, fatigue, stress, and failure today? First I can begin by listening for God's still, small voice deep within...
(Click here for an old Christian song that never ceases to move me.)
