Overwhelming-ness
Earlier this week I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed with the ever-growing pile of laundry that I had forgotten to start. Overwhelmed with the mountain of dishes piled in the sink. Overwhelmed at the dust slowly making its home on the furniture. Overwhelmed by an enormous amount of homework. Overwhelmed that in all of the "stuff" I needed to be doing, I also needed to get my booty to the gym. I felt so overwhelmed that I woke up after only an hour of sleep and never went back to sleep... In the wee hours of the morning, I prayed for peace in myself. As I was praying, I heard "It Is Well" play through my heart. In that instant, I knew I was ok. In that moment, I knew He was there. Throughout the struggle of staying awake on Tuesday, I decided that I needed to take a mental health night. (He he...how funny is it that the psych major says that?) Instead of going home at 4:30, walking past the laundry, the dishes, ...