With today being Father's Day, Jireh spent a few hours with her dad. This left me with a few hours alone, and I took advantage of every minute.

Moment of transparency:  Sometimes, I feel like if my phone rings one more time, I'm going to deliberately throw it faced down to the concrete.  It's the price you pay for being "the responsible one."  When people know they can depend on you, they do.  It's a blessing and a curse because for the most part, people who are most dependable enjoy helping others.  This results in very rare instances where the answer is "no" or "I can't."  We simply try to do it all.

At some point, you reach the realization that you can't do it all and that you MUST take some time for yourself, lest you crash and burn.

The past few weeks, I felt myself approaching that point.  In the last day or so, I felt so overwhelmed with things to do and tasks to remember that I just knew my brain would soon explode.

I made it a point to not talk to anyone, to not go anywhere, to not do anything... But rest! And it felt great.

I felt bad about missing church, but being in good health is just as much mental as it is spiritual and physical.  And while "pressing my way" may have been the most recommended way to deal with the strain, I believe that if The Lord saw it necessary to rest on the seventh day, surely He understands my need to rest after running myself for weeks.