Stranded on my Desert Island
You guys, I am so dry right now. And I'm not just talking about the cracked skin on my elbows, although that probably deserves a blog post of its own. I'm dry in the kind of way that I feel like like I'm stranded on a desert island all alone and am just too exhausted to get myself back on the mainland. No matter how much I sleep at night, I wake up worn out. At this point, the bags under my eyes are permanent installations, ready for their own names. Some might ask what the cause of the dryness is. I have wonderful family, some amazing friends, and a life filled with beautiful experiences. But what social media doesn't explain is the friend that has really let me down, or the person who left me high and dry, or the difficulties of planting a church where no one there is in your walk of life (I LOVE our church, so don't see this as a knock on them in any way). To make a long story short, I could point my finger all day long at the different reasons for my exh...