Fumes . . . Just Fumes

This evening’s post is going to be very brief.  I’m running on fumes, folks.  That’s all, just fumes.  Emotionally, there is not much left to me.  This week has been extremely difficult and it’s only Tuesday.  It seems like more things are going wrong than right.  Our renovation is causing me all sorts of grief, Christmas is barreling toward us faster than a freight train, several people whom I really care about are very sick, devastatingly so, and the list goes on and on.

They say the Lord never gives us more than we can handle.  All I can say is that He must know something I don’t know because I think I’m reaching the breaking point.

Rest.  That’s what I need.  Rest.  I hope I can fall asleep relatively fast tonight.  Tomorrow morning is going to come way too early…

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