Thanks for Not Forgetting About Me

Lately things have been sucking ass. The past few weeks have been non-stop work and, within that, the ever present reminder that no matter how much good I do I cannot help everyone. I feel like I am continually doing a face palm. I try so hard to make things better. I come early and stay late. I pour my every being into a project. I am involved in every layer. I push people. I get pushed. I hear everyone out. I talk people down from laying the smack down on others. And I get more and more dumped on me because, well, who else is going to do it. I say I do not have enough time to do said work, then get questioned about what I spend my 8 hours doing. This morning my daily dose of Jesus hits me with this:

"You may not understand everything that’s going on in your life right now, but I encourage you to keep your head held high. Know that God is working in your life. Keep being faithful. Keep doing the right thing, knowing that in the end God is going to turn things around in your favor. "

To that I say AMEN! Please do not get all crotchety and give me the Jesus talk. You do you and I will do me. I am not shoving anything down your throat here. And I will keep the jokes to myself.