That's just it. I don't know what to say. There is so much to say, so many thoughts in my head, so many reflections, so many questions.
But I feel stretched thin, and torn in some places. I have no inspiration, no patience, no energy.
Am I depressed? Maybe. Is my brain failing me? Sometimes it feels that way.
Dear Jesus, what do you want me to do with all my talents, education, ability to communicate, passion for life (which I still have, very much), intensity, search for understanding, desire to be loved and to love? You have entrusted me with a mission in this life and I still feel its urgency. So why am I stuck in bed most of the day? Or in the house, in the yard, or exhausted after trying to do anything more? Yes, I'm sick. But that never seems like an adequate explanation for why I am so incompetent, so irritable, so vexed, so unsettled with everything, so disorganized...
Lord, I don't know why I have failed you so much.
Why am I surprised that weakness is weak? I am a sinner. That's why Jesus is here. God, save me. Have mercy on me! Lord, I need you.
I think this is something of a prayer.
But I'm so tired. I guess it's been an exhausting time - the past three months - for me. It all would have been hard enough on a normal healthy person.
Maybe I need to give myself a break. Maybe my brain just needs a rest.
