Today I allowed myself to cry. A day where I surrendered. The weight of the world's burdens were left at my Fathers feet and I whispered to Him, "I can't do it anymore."
I surrender to the sadness I feel for the death of my grandparents, and how desperately I miss them. I surrender to the heaviness of my health issues, and the fear that I've allowed. I surrender to the daily struggles of marriage, knowing that it can be difficult and sometimes frustrating. I surrender to the stress of having three boys, one of them a teenager. I surrender to the constant worrying for my family, my brother and his low self esteem, my mother and her need to fix everything, my father and the illness that has turned his world upside down.
I cried. I laid on my bed and I wept. My eyes stung with salty tears and I whispered to Him again, "I can't do it anymore."
And I heard Him.
"Trust in me. I am here."
I surrendered. I believed. I wept no more.