Daylight Savings time kicks my butt. I got up at 4:30am so I could stay true to my 30/30/30 diet. I was so tired I felt nauseous, but I sucked down my 30 grams of protein shake anyway and did my 30 minutes on the elliptical. Believe it or not, it’s a great way to start the day. I usually put on my headphones and listen to my CCM while I move with my eyes shut. It’s not until I’m on my way to work that I listen to my Her Bible app and share my deepest desires in prayer.

The day (or should I say the night?) seemed extra dark this morning. I’m usually the first one in the building but today one other teacher beat me to turning on the lights. It seemed most of the 7:30am crew were at least a little late today. I couldn’t blame them. Every bone in my body craved the the smooth rush of energy that I prefer from a Dunkin Donuts coffee, cream and sugar, thank you! Although that was not my reality today, one of my coworkers DID put a small box of mini gourmet donuts on my desk, to which I happily convinced myself that God could delete all the sugar/calories and replace it with manna from heaven because HE IS ABLE! Somebody testify!

Spring Break is almost here. The thought of it spurs me on toward kindness and good deeds. However, tomorrow is a long day at work… parent/teacher conferences and then packing for the trip back home. I will actually be leaving from work and going straight to the airport! (<—–smart brains…) There is a good reason for all this though. I will get to see my family. I haven’t seen them since Christmas. I never could have imagined my life the way it is now. Not in a million years. Yet, here I am. Psalm 126:5 reminds me that “Those who sow in tears will reap with songs of joy.” For many years, I pictured myself planting seeds in the ground while my own tears watered those seeds. I feel I must have at least planted crops by now… one seed at a time. Galatians 6:9 says, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.“. I do have joy. But I’m looking forward to the songs of joy. And although I have become quite weary on the road of doing good… I haven’t given up. And like “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” puts it best…”Here I’ll raise my ebenezer hither by thy help I’ve come.”