The God who listens, who moves, who lives.

God is alive!

Of course, it is something that we, as Christians hold onto as fundamental truth, but nonetheless, it is still powerful when this fact is hit home.

While I was complaining and whining about my horrible last-few-never-ending-work-weeks, I confess that I prayed minimally, and I was downright disheartened, and I was questioning God more than praying in fact. But God, being God, He who is slow to anger and abundant in grace, made a way. On Wednesday, my boss said that they found someone to relief some of my load. That meant not being needed on set on Sundays. As the person was in fact, my ex-colleague, she'd also had done the tasks before and it was a breeze to brief her. Suddenly, I had some.... Air. Space....sleep.

Well, it's still a struggle now, because there are still some tricky situations for other aspects of the job, but wow, at the very least, God is listening. He moved, He worked, and He helped.

Thank you Lord. :) 

Note to self: pray more, please!

Misery

Is driving home at 4 in the morning today,  on other days 6 or 7am, and still have outstanding work not done.

And having more piled on just like that. 

Please, I don't fancy dying in the middle of the highway sleep driving. Or overworking. That is the worst way to die.

I. Hate. This. The last time I checked in the mirror, I don't look anything like superman. But the upper powers beg to differ.