Last night, for a variety of reasons, I couldn’t sleep. At all. At all! I finally fell asleep around 3:30 AM only to waken at 6:00 AM for the morning routine. I left for campus, zombie-like and barely groomed. As I’m walking to my class in a haze, I tell God I have nothing to offer today. I have nothing. Nothing.
Like fresh air in my soul, I know that I bring nothing to God but my old worn down self, and He brings everything I need. I don’t have to be great toady. I don’t have to be happy or energetic. I can be whatever I am, and God is here, working through me as He wishes. I put one foot in front of the other, and I find I’ve made it home in time for a 20 minute nap before my daughters arrive home.
Here I am. I made it to this moment. It’s been a good bad day.