Thankful for seasons of life ... and for Fridays.

It's a mixture of high standards, shortcomings, pride, and comparisons.

Just feeling so defeated.
But it's through this feeling of defeat that the Lord draws me near and says, "Heaven, you can't do this .... not on your own."

So sometimes, we have to admit that we've lost and our increasing need for Jesus is every. single. day.

How appropriate that I was reading on Psalm 55 earlier today:

Listen to my prayer, O' God. Do not ignore my cry for help! Please listen and understand me, for I am overwhelmed by my troubles. (v. 1-2) My heart pounds in my chest. The terror of death assaults me. Fear and trembling overwhelm me, and I can't stop shaking. Oh, that I had wings like a dove: then I would fly away and rest! I would fly far away to the quiet of the wilderness. How quickly I would escape - far from this wild storm of hatred. (v. 4-8)

Give your burdens to the Lord, and he will take care
of you. He will not permit the godly to slip and fall. - Ps. 55:22

Thankful for seasons of life .... and for Fridays.