I'm done.

Last night I did not sleep. I hate San Antonio cedar. I thought I was literally going to die. I am not exaggerating. Okay, maybe a little, but I did tell Jason that I was dying. He asked who I wanted to give my shoes to. He never takes me serious. :)

I seriously hate allergies though. This is the worst I have ever had them. EVER. On top of that, this week has been a bit.....unacceptable. That's a fine word for what I am feeling....because I could say other things. (wink, wink) I am tired, weary at times and on top of that I think I have gone through 2 boxes of tissues from sneezing so much.

But then (like I blogged about last night), I am so filled with God's hope and his truth. He is in control and he can handle even MY issues. My lack of trust, my lack of faith.....

I have been hearing this from others lately too. River City people to be exact. Everyone seems to be just...I don't know..DONE. Yes, done. Done being tired. Done being weary. Doubtful. So much so that I think it's driving many to their knees in prayer. Fighting for his presence and not allowing the enemy to take hold of what God is doing or going to do. My friend, Amanda, challenged us on facebook today (I love facebook!) to "pray together that the fiery darts of the enemy wouldn't have any effect on us". Couldn't agree more.

I think about all that is going on in the world right now. In Haiti. People are giving their lives to Christ for the first time. Walking down the streets of their ruined homes and crying out to God to save them. They are done. Done being without him.

Me too. I bet you are too. Let's not be without him anymore. Okay?

Happy Wednesday.