Am I Enough?
My comfort in my suffering is this: Your promise preserves my life. Psalm 119:50 If I were to tell you being at home is so relaxing and comforting, I would be lying to you. It’s the 3470136 day of staying home. This year has been so hard for me, losing my father, change after change at work, school ending early not saying bye to my babies. 2020 is not looking so great, to say I am so over this year would be an understatement. I’ve been so caught up in not trying to mourn the loss of everything that has happened to me this year, I lost myself. I lost the joy within myself and plastered a smile on my face to keep up with appearances and a I’m ok, burying myself in making sure everything around me was good and drowning my sorrows in work and everything else that would keep my mind from feeling sorry for situations. I find myself wondering not when but where did the spark go. The spark of joy, of understanding and somewhere along the way fait...