When I rise, give me Jesus
As 6 weeks of non stop energy flowing chaos comes to a close actually pulling myself out of bed when my alarm goes off {way} too early becomes harder and harder. But those days I fix up my huge afro, cure my bad breath, remove my incredibly comfy pj's {not always} and my feet hit the floor; the Lord works wonders. Establishing time with him is something I struggle and fight over and over. Y'all I'm so mean when I don't sleep. surely Jesus understands. but he is so much greater than that. He wakes me up, feeds me, and provides joy and energy that I never would've found, even with a few extra minutes of sleep. And maybe you're realizing this post has no intent meaning its just for me, because sometimes I just like to ramble. and remind myself of that kick in the butt when I realize how absolutely blind as a bat I am. Jesus is no trickster, he knows what he's doing. there is no mistake in happenings in our life...