One of Those Weeks

It was one of those weeks, a few weeks ago. The ones where it really is the little things that just add up. Mole hills become mountains and they continue to multiply until you just feel like you are being kicked while you're down. I shed some tears, drank some wine, "talked it out" to my obliging husband, called my parents... Finally, however, I realized that I was doing it all wrong. I was going to myself to fix my problem of not feeling good about myself. There in lies the actual problem. Me. Me. Me. A little more me with a side of, what was that? Oh yeah, me.

It hit me during a conversation with a friend about a completely non-related topic. I am the daughter of the heavenly Father- a jealous Father, who will not be shared.  I was putting Him on the back burner and all my oh-so-big (cough...petty..cough) woes in the fore front. I did what I tell my students to do all the time- pray. Realize that you cannot change others, only yourself. And finally, empty yourself of you and pray that God will fill you with Him. Listen. Stop worrying, working, wandering, and wasting your time searching else where for the answers. Be still and know. "And that has made all the difference."