God goes with me

I had a hard week. It seems the older I get the more I resent the time change. I resent it in the fall, but it’s easier to take. In the spring it tosses my whole world around. This year was the worst. Likely because of the schedule I’m keeping, I felt it more this year.

All week I felt like I was typing with my fingers in the wrong space. oy yitmrd piy ;olr yjod/ – oops, there, now my fingers are in the right spot.

It can also feel like this when I forget that God is close to me. When I feel like I have to fight the battle on my own, I forget God is with me. Something is just not right. Everything is slightly off. Like a hungry tired child I can’t even figure out what is wrong.

Yesterday, I took several naps and had a really good night sleep. That seems to have fixed most of the issue I was having with the time change.

Today, I am reading my Bible – that should help remind me that I am not alone. Not ever!

Joshua 1:9 ” Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.”