Last week was long. After 5 days full of late nights and early mornings, all I wanted to do was take a break from it all. But when the weekend came, I didn't feel like I was much closer to my day off, or my long lost sanity. Instead, I found myself pulling double shifts at work, missing meals in the rush between my two jobs, and wondering when it would all settle down again.
I feel like the last few months have all been a blur. I've been hustling from one activity to the next, trying my best to do it all and do it well. And while I reassured myself with trailed off statements like, "It will all be better when...", I was starting to forget what sleep really felt like, and why I was missing it to begin with.
On my way home from my midnight-shift, early Sunday morning, I couldn't help but stop my car. The night before, I had forgotten my wallet, misplaced my sweater a half dozen times, and survived on caffeine and caffeine alone. But after all of the busyness, and all of the hectic rushing, there it was: the moment that I had been searching for...peace. It was only a glimpse, that lasted for as long as I could stop my car. But as I stared through my windows with tired eyes into the thick fog of the morning, I felt it.
I know that this year is only beginning, and it's going to become even crazier than it is now. I will be overwhelmed and strained and pushed. But I know that, through it all, I'm not alone. I know there is a purpose to the stress I'm feeling now, and that it won't last forever. If nothing else, weeks like last week make me appreciate moments like these even more.
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you.