It’s not the one big crisis that causes the breakdown; it’s the thousands of little ones that just pile up until they seem insurmountable.
If I were to tell you about my life, it would be difficult to pinpoint just what makes me so bone-tired. It can’t all be blamed on personal conflicts. It’s definitely not all my roommate’s fault–though the fact that she is nearing a meltdown as well does nothing to help. It’s not the fault of my academic life–though my grades give me stress, and I am going to pull out all my hair before I understand magnets. It’s not even finances, though Lord knows I could use some help there.
But all of those together? It’s too much. I can’t handle all of it.
Where is the balance between fighting the good fight and resting in God? How does one go out every day and confront all these problems, and still have joy in the Lord? When can we rest from the struggle and lay down our burdens? How is it that this yoke is easy?
What am I doing wrong?
How can I say “You do all things well,” when all is not well yet?
And yet I do know God is good.
I’m just so worn.
“My soul is weary with sorrow:
strengthen me according to your word.”
Psalm 119:28, WEB