Why, when I was hired to teach academics, do I spend more energy and time making and implementing behavior plans than I do writing my lesson plans?
Why do I so often work late or bring work home, and still can't manage to get a free weekend without yet again bringing work home?
Why do so many kids play video games way more than they would even think about playing board games?
Why do I wake up tired from my exhausting dreams of real life experiences?
Why do I worry, when God says don't?
How does my love and attachment for this baby boy keep growing every day?
What did I do with my evenings before he came along?
How does my husband put up with all my worrying, and how much I need to talk about it?
Why is God so patient with me?
Why do I crave quiet?
Why do I have so many to do lists?
How many days until Christmas?
Will I be able to relax over Christmas break?
Why do I analyze?
Why can't I just be?
Lord, help me trust you.
I try.
Every day I try, fail, and try again.
"When you have done everything, stand."
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