When even the fumes are gone…
In the middle of the noise and the chaos, the pressure and the pain and the relentless demands, it becomes evident that there is no escape. Nor is there a volume button; it’s just stuck on loud. This, like it or not, is life in this moment.
I realize my tank is empty, and I’ve got nothing left for this.
And it is that same moment that I am reminded that desperation can make a person forget their manners.
I need You to be more than a nice theory right now. I need You to show up and do whatever it is that will make me able to bear this with grace, because I’m tired and in pain and completely overwhelmed. A nice theory doesn’t cut it. I need REAL help.
I might have said please. But…it’s possible I forgot.
A light did not shine down from heaven and no angel choruses sang. I did not get a sudden rush of energy and clarity. I didn’t even stop feeling overwhelmed.
But I did survive.
And I did remember to say thank you.