Late March 2016 #stress

I am so stressed out right now. Like I know I’d feel better if I could just cry, but I’m dry. In times like this, I should feel more drawn to seek out God. But I’m not. I feel it’s just an obligation to read my bible and pray, but there’s no heart in it.

I’m stressed about my cat, who might have cancer. He had major surgery a couple of days ago and he’s miserable now. And it cost a lot of money. Did I make a mistake in putting him through this?

I’m stressed about the mission trip to Japan. I had money in my savings for it, but spent a lot of it on my kitty. I’m still holding out hope for more donations, but it’s hard to believe it’ll come in.

I’m stressed about the Perspectives class. I’m totally enjoying what we’re learning, but there’s homework that I need to do for it and a project I haven’t even started on.

I’m stressed about my friends that are fighting different diseases. How much it’s costing them and the pain they are in.

I’m stressed about school. I’m supposed to be going, right? I want to be a Christian counselor, don’t I? But am I just spending too much time, energy, and money on the degree?

I’m stressed about my dad. Will his health continue to get worse? What about mine for that matter?

I’m stressed about work. Our market is down and we don’t have a lot of material to run. How long can we go on like this?

I’m stressed about the alarm system at my old house. The company won’t let me out of my contract even though I can’t move the system to my apartment. So I have to continue to pay them until June of 2018.

I’m stressed about the 5k I signed up for in a couple of weeks. I haven’t been able to train very much.

I’m stressed because I never feel like I’m doing things well enough. Could I be doing more in ‘xyz’ area(s) of my life? Should I be doing less?

But… the Lord is still in charge and is working everything out. He has plans for me. Good plans.

Just wish I could hear His voice better. I wish I had a hunger for the Word and not just overwhelming feeling of just having to read it because it’s that ‘right’ thing to do.

Not trying to throw a pity party here, sorry. Just helps if I talk about it, ya know?