We all knew this post was coming, the one that exclaims frustration and anger and anxiety. The one that says we have three weeks to make our house sellable. Where I talk about all the angry discussions, the upset people, and stressed-out, horrid uncertainty.
I hate this. This anger and fear. When you know how you should act in all of these situations, but can't help acting else-wise. I'm so frustrated.
There are so many things that make me feel the need to cry, to scream, to give up. And it's Spring break. Suddenly cabin fever hits, you want out, you want done. You want Spring. March has always been the worst month for me. You look behind you and see only darkness and snow and eight weeks of school; ahead is another eight weeks, another two months, another long time of snow.
I'm tired, I'm frustrated, and I'm weak. I'm scared. Because I know I'm weak. And I'm worried about my spiritual state. I want to remain strong through this...but I can't.
It keeps me humble.
But it's hard.
This is my season of the night. The outer rim of the eye of the storm, that threatens to sink me if I don't hold on to God.
This storm has a good two months left.
Jesus help me.
--MovingGirl
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