A work of art in progress.
Growing slowly.
Counting my blessings.
Dreaming with my eyes open.

 

I can’t sleep.

I am utterly exhausted. I’ve been craving the warmth and comfort of my bed ever since I woke up this morning, but now I just want to get out of here. I feel like I’m at my breaking point. I don’t know if I can take more mental, physical, or emotional stress. Every time I move forward, I feel like I’m knocked two steps back. I used to sleep to escape my problems, but now I feel like sleep will only make it seem like morning is here faster. I feel like I don’t want to start another day. When I wake up in the morning, I almost cry. It seems like every problem I face attacks me before I even have a chance to open my eyes, and I ask “How am I going to make it through another day, God?” I don’t want to die. I want my life to have purpose again. I want joy. I want peace. I want happiness. I want everything God has promised me. I know that “All things work together for the good of them that love God,” I’m just waiting for the manifestation.

1 Peter 2:5

Ye also, as lively stones, are built up a spiritual house, an holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices, acceptable to God by Jesus Christ.