I could write about how completely overwhelmed I am about pretty much most things in my life right now. And, then I would end it with a Scripture that I can cling to and tell you that I’ll be OK. Don’t worry about me.
But … ugh … I don’t want your pity. And, gosh darnit, I’m stronger than this.
Pffft.
Stupid stress and overwhelmingness. I hate you!
I could write about how I now cry at the drop of a hat. No … like for real. You tell me you’re disappointed in me or that I have to skip lunch tomorrow or that you appreciate me … you’ll get tears. So, it’s best if we don’t speak.
Or. WA.TER.WORKS.
I hate waterworks!
I could also write about how I’m a disappointment to myself since I’ve had zero time to complete my half-marathon training and the weather here has been very uncooperative with my schedule. I’m unhappy with myself because I’ve gotten fluffier this winter.
I hate fluffy!
I could also write about how I basically baked a whole cake last night just to eat a few spoonfuls of batter. Then, ended up eating some of the baked cake too. Finding comfort in cake batter may be a problem.
I ate cake instead of going to the gym, despite the fact that I was dressed for the gym. I know. Ridiculous.
I hate cake …. oh, wait … no I don’t.
I’m going through some hard stuff right now … not just cake-batter hard stuff … but real God-stuff.
So, here I am saying … don’t be disappointed in me, my 10 faithful readers. I’m inconsistent. I have no desire to write.
I know that there are lessons to be learned and other great stuff on the other side of this, but I’m not nearly there yet.
I have this stupid thing I have going for me called “learn all lessons the hard way.” It’s what I apparently like to do.
Until I reach the other side, I wait on answers and just trust. Until then, I’ll be here thanking God for what He’s given me. Until then, I’ll be as faithful in everything as I can be. Until then, I’ll worship. Until then, I’ll continue to try and die to myself and my selfish desires. And, until then, I’ll cry. Just deal with it … it’s gonna happen.
And, I did it anyway … here’s the Scripture. {I just can’t stop.}
{Psalm 26:1}
Lead me, Lord.  
{And, lead me away from cake batter.}
Yes, I know I wrote about all the things I wasn’t intending on writing about. Such is life.
This post was in no way meant to be a help to anyone but me. Obviously.
Don’t you dare look at me with a pity-look.