God takes me down to remind me my place in this world.
I’m sick. My throat hurts. My voice is almost gone. I have a runny nose and feel all around absolutely miserable. I can’t sleep. I’m cold.
On Wednesday, our music teacher told me I looked really tired. I’ve been thinking for a couple of weeks now I need to take a break, not work out for a week, not set my alarm for a week but I haven’t.
So God does what I won’t do.
Since August, I’ve been faithfully working out 2-3 times a week, doing BSF every day, working on my novel, and doing all the kids stuff (school, activities, etc). And getting up early every day in order to accomplish such personal goals. Not to mention running a household and keeping the dogs alive and my husband happy.
BSF is finally over. My final edit which took two months instead of two weeks is finally done. I’m on the verge of being done researching homeschool curriculum. School is almost over.
Obviously, I need a break. NOW.
As usual, God has to hit me over the head in order to do it.
He got my attention. I’m listening…