The feeling of tears of frustration and fatigue running down my cheeks is an uncommon sensation for me... not entirely unheard of, but uncommon. I am known more for my loud, boisterous laughter than for outbursts of tears. Today, however, was a day when playing the "waiting game" felt like a bit too much to ask of me, and the tears flowed freely. Do you ever feel that way? Like what life is requiring of you in the moment seems a bit too much to take? Like what GOD is requiring of you is taking a bit too long and hurting a bit too much with not enough of an explanation of the "why" behind it all or the "when" of its eventual ending? I'm right there with you.
In my heart I know the Truth:
Thank you, Father. You are good. All the time.
Carla Ritz. Proof positive that God uses cracked pots!