Jesus! Help me!
how can my life go from peaceable to overwhelmingly hectic in such a short amount of time!? and why is it, why is it that it only seems so hectic when I'm talking with my mother? and why is my mother, not my mother most of the time?
I have to be the adult. "You have to help me. You're never home. I can't do it. You have to help me!" sound like an adult to you?! I'm the responsible one. I'm the one with the plan, the sound mind, the ability to get it done. When a little piece of responsiblity is thrown at her unexpectantly, I get overloaded with much more than it weighed originally. I'm only 16.
God, you have to provide! Teach me the full meaning of trust.
We offically have a master's student coming. Apparently this is enough reason to threaten me with .. everything .. unless I can take on all the responsiblities of a mother, and a child. Clean the house. Get my license. Make food. Be there for my friends. Take care of meetings for the mother's club. Make time to tan. I'm not sure I can do it, although my mind says I can do anything. I'm not always sure.
Oh, what am I doing? Venting. I'm complaining about how rough my life is, when I know I'm so, so blessed. I can do it. I am strong.
"Lean on me, when you're not strong, I'll be your friend. I'll help you carry on. "
Oh silly me! Jesus, You remind me of good things. You are strong. I am weak. But in you I am strong.
Thank you.
Help me cope, always.
"When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,When sorrows like sea billows roll;Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,It is well, it is well, with my soul."
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