Give Yourself a Chance to Breathe
You wake up at 5 or 6 am. Maybe you work out, grab your coffee, or drop the kids off at school. If you’re lucky, you manage a quick breakfast and get them to the bus stop on time. Then, you rush out of the house, trying to make it to work on time. You deal with your moody boss, trying your best to get the work done, all while hoping your kid doesn’t catch the latest virus going around at school. You’ve been told repeatedly that you’re not supposed to send a sick child to school, but when you have to go to work, what exactly can you do about a sick child? You leave the office, unsure if your significant other will be home. Things have been hectic, with little time for romance or anything that doesn’t involve talking about the kids or the growing pile of bills. You need to breathe, but there doesn’t seem to be enough time even for that. Church? No thanks. Who’s got time for that? God… the man upstairs… does He even care? I get it. God gets it. It’s your life, and it’s not easy. Sometimes, you feel like crying, but you hold it in. When you do cry and break down, you hide it. You’re afraid of looking weak, of disappointing others. “What’s wrong with me?” you ask yourself. Nothing. And everything. But you’re not alone. First off, I want you to know that I struggle too. If you come closer—this book will...