It's been one of those weeks at work. Ya know, the ones where by the end you're so drained that you just want to go sit in a steaming bath for three hours while sipping some hot tea and eating a giant bar of raspberry-filled chocolate and reading a fiction novel about someone else's life where everything is funny and a thing such a work stress doesn't exist and everything is all hunky-dory happily ever after. That's about what I want right now.
I often wonder about the purpose of times like these at work. What is God trying to tell me? How is He trying to move me or push me? Does He want me to respond through action or does He just want me to toughen up? Does He want to break me down to lean on Him more? Is this just sandpaper being used to turn me into the person He wants me to be? Is it just meant as a reminder that I do not belong in this world, but rather in eternity with Him? Or is it meant to tell me that I'm not where He wants me and that I need to start stepping in a new direction?
So many possibilities. No clear answer. Only the awareness that it's been one of those weeks.