When Mondays are 87 hours long... Finding Joy in Trials
Ever have a Monday that feels like it's 87 hours long? Yeah. Me too. And I'm having one today. I won't bore you with all of the nitty gritty details, but it's just been a day that's left me 100% drained and wanting to quit all of the things. As I was leaving one work destination to head to another, I contemplated my misery that seemed to have no rhyme or reason behind it. I thought in passing, "I can't even remember what my quiet time was on this morning. Oh wait, it was on rejoicing in trials. Awesome." I mean seriously, Beth Moore? Did you HAVE to hit me with that gem of conviction at 5:45 am on a MONDAY? I really feel like that should be illegal. Anyways, I started thinking a little bit more about rejoicing in trials. How do you even do that? And it's not necessarily that I'm even going through a trial. I just feel so drained that I don't have a whole lot of feelings and everything feels like an extreme chore. But James 1:2-4 is pretty...