It feels like I wake up with a blindfold on each morning.
I don’t know what the day will bring or what capacity and strength I can function at. So, I often feel defeated before I get out of bed.
I know this season will come to pass soon. I know this deeply. I just wish I could be there now.
I hope that tomorrow, a new joy will surface. That the moment my body rises from the rest I’d rather stay in, I’ll feel a spark of possibility instead of weight.
After another day of pushing through a burden that feels almost too heavy to bear, that’s my prayer.
