These Are The Days

The days that we simply try to endure.

There are phases in life, ups and downs, easy and hard. This is simply a hard season in our home.

These are the days that make me tired and make my mind wander.

I wonder what it would be like to be a weaker person, would God then ask less of me?

I know that I will only be given what I can stand up under, what I can endure, and yet, I marvel at His faith in me.

These are the days that make me want to say, enough, I quit, I give in, you win. I can't though, it would be the wrong party winning.

So, I stop. I pray. I will the next step, the next action, the next smile at well meaning aquaintences.

I stay up late, too late. I get up with the first birds of the morning. I worry and second guess.

I take my headaches and ground down teeth to my bed and hope for dreamless sleep.