Physical exhaustion is not the end of me. Thank Jesus for that!
Matthew 11:28-29 “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.”
Jesus is my forever strength, whose energy and perfection never runs out.
Wake-up call at 4:15am this morning to catch the bus for work was a little bit physically difficult, but the Spirit equipped me with joy. Joy in the Word, in His whispers, in catching up on emails on the bus to work. In a morning shift with some of my favourite co-workers and regular customers and the simple blessing of free coffees. Straight from the shift to back-to-back English lectures both with presentations and fuelled by banana bread samples, lattes, a smoothie, and a bagel with avocado (Starbucks job, my student budget thanks you for feeding me).
Then to a presentation prep with exceptional blessings of group members who were full of ideas and, one of them, personal relations to the Holocaust, the topic of our presentation.
Finally home, where I ran into exactly who I was meeting, Kevin and Maddie, to make and eat dinner– homemade spaghetti. He is teaching me empathy and compassion in whole new ways and convicting me in where I lack it. Sometimes exhaustion likes to disguise itself as an excuse for lack of trust, but it is not.
Sheldon, Maddie, Kevin, and I ate spaghetti around my kitchen table while we laughed and joked about being like a real family. Before watching a movie while I did homework and worked on the cookbook and tried not to pass out in front of my laptop.
Ready for a nice long sleep– but more ready to see the love of my life, Johnny, over Skype. Tonight we prayed over some really important things and grew ever closer by the Lord’s grace, as His provision through this distance has been every day and every day has been so faithful and affirming. Lord, YOUR WILL ALONE be done in Johnny and I.