It’s Friday evening and I find myself without words of any kind. My eyes are heavy, my sweatshirt a little too comfortable. I marvel that a week has once more passed and my “to do” list stretches long before me like a desert road.
With dismay I realize that somewhere my Bible and time with God became pushed to the side as the week’s demands piled higher. And I think, maybe that is why I feel so exhausted.
And I wonder why my deadlines take precedence over my relationships.Â Time and again I am blinded by them.
And I pray God gives me another chance.
But tonight I have nothing to give. I am spent.