Struggling Well With Life

I did not want to come to the office today. Starting the week heavy, and weighed down. I enjoyed a Sunday of serious overeating. Seconds, and thirds at lunch yesterday - one of the best mac and cheeses sweet Terri has ever made. Then homemade pizza for dinner, and the biggest bowl of ice cream covered with M&M’s and chocolate sauce I have had in quite some time (because quantities of dairy like that typically give me a migraine). So this morning I was glad it was a bit cooler, threw on a bulky sweater, and have begun to muddle into the day, while inside feeling nauseous, and a bit sluggish. But beyond the physical I am feeling heavy with the weight of turmoil going on in the lives of so many around me, so much grief, pain, and hardship. Feeling the weight of decisions in front of me at church and at home. And once again, starting over - coming to Jesus the author and perfector of my faith. Looking for to Him as a weak man, and heavy laden, and expecting to find rest and relief.