It’s been a long year/month/life/name it. I’m tired. And it’s not just from being sleepless. It’s an emotional draining that makes me feel that I am truly at the end of my rope.
I tend to be a positive person. I may grouse outwardly but I am always looking for the silver lining, the good in the bad. It’s why I tolerated all the abuse for so many years, I suppose. Somehow I’m able to see past the bad and find even the smallest bit of good.
So this feeling scares me. I don’t like to not be able to see the better. It makes me feel too much like I’m back in my marriage, at the end, when I couldn’t take one more thing and he knew it, yet demanded it of me.
The Christian life is to be lived in community, not isolation. Isolation is the Devil’s tool. And when we are in the pit, that is when we learn this best.
I have been very blessed this week with friends who have prayed with me and supported me during my distress. In that I can find joy.
Linking up with Five Minute Friday.