It’s hard to not feel like a charity case, but it’s easy to be appreciative of all the methods in which people try to help out. Feeding me. Cooking for me. Filling my tank. Letting me know that their door is open, and then some.
I surely haven’t put a blind eye to it. I am conscious of all the help I’m receiving, and I’m not worthy. But I’m SO thankful. Words can’t do it justice. I need not be stressed, just patient. The feast was only a preparation for this fast. Stick with me, Lord. I hear You.
Note to self: I will pass this test. I will pass this test. I will pass this test. I will.