2019 came with vicissitudes for every aspect of my life, from a new apartment to a new job to a new haircut to a new community, and it’s been wonderful. I’m incredibly thankful for where I am, however, a pessimistic demeanor copiously subverts everything around me.

Discomposing: the days swarm past me as life becomes a conundrum. I am weary from the weight of life’s general plights, heightened through unanticipated catastrophes that stifle me as I attempt to keep going. I’ve woken up every day this week pleading: “just get up. Just make it into work. You can make it another day,” and by 10 o’clock I’m convincing myself: “just make it to lunch. If you make it to lunch, you can make it through the rest of today.”

You can make it through.

We weren’t meant to “just make it through.”  Christ said, “I came that they may have life and have it abundantly” (John 10:10).

Lately, it’s been “one thing after another,” mounting each day and piercing each night.  I should be sleeping right now.  I should be.  I wonder if life will always be like this?  After all, it has been for so long. 

“It’s not supposed to be like this,” I know.  But it is like this. “What did I do to deserve this?” I ponder restlessly.

Where is the abundance of life?  Nothing lasts forever, I know that, but this season feels unending and I am growing wearier and wearier.  Yet He is strong, and He is strong when my strength dissipates.

Everything aches.  My mind, my back, my heart. 

Father, please restore to me the joy of my salvation (Psalm 51:12).  I believe, help my unbelief (Mark 9:24).