A Bad Morning.

There are many ways to beat a person up. Life seems to delight in beating you down on a regular basis. It seems we are all just keeping it together by single tenuous thread. Some days I wonder if someone is yanking that thread for all its worth. God please help me to hold on. You are the only hope I have. I want to do more than just barley keep my head above water. I want to not just survive but thrive. I have two people woefully dependent upon me making it. It is the single most simultaneously rewarding and terrifying thing. I can't fail. I must remind myself, if God is for who can be against me?