Sometimes, it's just all difficult. For no reason, or for very clear reasons, life gets hard, heavy, exhausting. That's been the last month for me. I don't know if I've been in a depression, or just a funk, but I haven't been able to make heads or tails of anything, let alone be focused on what's important.
Noel, of course, feels the brunt of these times more than anyone else in my life. Yesterday, after we had bickered for the second time, I sobbed into his shoulder, "This is hard, this is hard. It's too hard."
Today, in the light of a new morning, I am encouraged that when I am weak, He is strong. And also that nothing can separate me from His love, not even myself. I am not too far gone, or too lost, or too hopeless, for His love to RUSH to me.
