I don’t know about you, but I’m tired. And it’s only Tuesday. At least tomorrow is the midway point of the week. Then the weekend.
This is one of those weeks when I don’t want to adult. I don’t even want to human. I want to dog (or cat) and lay around all day and take naps whenever I feel like it. Right now, the idea of hibernation sounds really good.
Still, there’s coffee. That always perks me up (pun intended).
I can always pick up my Bible and read about the God who never slumbers nor sleeps. He never gets tired. His strength never wavers or weakens. He says that when I’m weakest is where His strength is perfected in me.
I don’t have to be strong all the time or brave all the time. I don’t always have to have all the answers and have my life 100% figured out. I can admit that I’m weak and He is strong. And His mercies will still be as new in the morning as they ever were. His faithfulness will never cease even when mine wavers.