Icky

That's how I feel today. Icky. Defeated. Down. I feel like I finally got what God was trying to tell me; finally was broken of my rebellious attitude. Was actually excited about going God's way. And this morning that stupid number punched me right in the face. Not supposed to be about that, but it still sucks big time. I hate that it brings tears to my eyes. There are so many more important things to worry about, but this one keeps getting in the way. And here I sit, wasting time and tears on this stupidity once again. Add to that the fact that I'm functioning on less than 4 hours sleep, and you've got one weepy, emotional, hormonal chick.

Stops along the way

I trust God with something...then I take it back to worry about again.
I surrender an area to Him...then I argue with Him to make sure He controls it my way.
I give my friends good advice...and forget to follow it myself.
I have a "good" day...followed by 4 "bad" days.
I cry my eyes out...and dry them up again.
But also- 
I miss talking to someone...and then have a good conversation with them that fills me up till the next time.
I fall flat on my face...but always get picked up off the ground.
I fail, and fail, and fail...only to be told I can try again.
I get frustrated...and people understand.
I love...and am loved in return.
And best of all-
I am loved.
I am valued.
I am cherished.
I am never alone.
I am understood.
I am prayed for.
Really, I have nothing to complain about, and everything to be thankful for.