Today was hard.

This afternoon I crawled into bed and thought about what I needed to do, what was coming, thought about all of the ways I could mess up.  And then I stopped. 

I thought about Him instead, I asked Him to help me because I am failing lately.  Failing to remember Him in the midst of everything that seems so separate from Him.

I laid there, whispering to myself He is here.  He is here and He is love and His love is saving you, even now it is saving you.  I didn't mean to, but I fell asleep like that.  Curled in the middle, smile on my face, sun pouring in the window, feeling so loved.

I am struggling through school.  I am tired of loving other people's children.  I am sick of boots.  Sick of snow.  Sick of ice on my windshield.  My hair is ragged.  My skin is so pale.  My muscles are lazy.

And it is far too easy for me to complain.

But He loves me.  He is with me, even in those classrooms with loud, loud, lost people.  Even when I am chasing around toddlers and singing to crying babies.  Even then He has a plan that is glory. 

So while I may not care about cohesion in discourse or the Post-Process theory of Composition.  While I am nervous about not recognizing love and truth and myself.  And while my hands are twisting and my heart is worrying and my mind is spinning, all that really matters is this: He is.

He is, He is, He is.

And thankfully, because He is, I can.