Do you ever just wake up feeling fragile and heavy at the same time? Like you could break into a million pieces on the one hand, yet so heavy you can barely breathe, and for no apparent reason? It’s a vague sensation, a cloud of emotions that you can’t quite identify due to the fog. But if you had to guess it would probably be fear, not of anything in particular though and perhaps some anxiety thrown in for good measure and just an overall sense of vulnerability. It’s days like these that I just want to bury my head in my pillow and dream it all away, but that doesn’t work. Life is hard. When I am weak, He is strong. He is faithful. I am up and down and all around, but he is steady and unchanging. Joy is mine in Him.