Maybe it was how easy my life was before (in comparison), but I kinda felt myself falling and drifting. Tough times really remind you to look to the font of strength. I feel grateful and satisfied. Two feelings I have tried to force myself to feel in the past, but are coming naturally as I re-learn to rely fully on Gods grace again.
I find myself walking home at 8 from work, having exhausted my day constantly egging my mind and body on to grasp unfamiliar concepts and learn locations of different little knobby knobs on little boney bones. But, instead somehow I find my thoughts wandering to the Creator and how good He has been to me. What a blessing to have been taught to love work.
