My Shoulders and the World

​First off, I use a lot of “I” in my blog posts. That’s because: me, I know. Me, I can speak on, factually and truthfully. However, it is my express desire that in reading about me, you will find out more about you and of course, Who it is all about – God.

Okay…moving on!

My shoulders are pretty small. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, I think I can carry the world on them. Crazy, right? Pretty conceited of me, right?
Many of you who are reading can probably relate: adulting is hard.
Earlier today, I was doing some adulting-related tasks and so naturally, I was messing them up.
Full Disclosure: I was messing up because God wanted me to do it one way and I was doing it the other.
Because I kept not listening, I kept failing. Because I kept failing, I got more and more miserable. As I got more and more miserable, the weight of my failures pressed down on me.
So naturally, albeit stupidly, I am holding on to that weight – as if that’s the only way it won’t fall off.
I don’t have a resolution tied up in a pretty bow for you this evening. Because I am still holding on to some part of that weight.
I am trying. Lord knows I am. Maybe by tomorrow, or the next time I post, I will be weightless. And free indeed. John 8:36
So, come back tomorrow. 😉