I had trouble sleeping again last night. When I finally got up, I took the dog out, fed the fish, and sat down to work, trying to get an early start.
Not even an hour in, my wife’s car wouldn’t start. I ran outside to check it — dead battery, 10.2 volts. I barely had time to grab my meter before my desk started lighting up with messages. Urgent updates. “Need this right away.” I rushed back to handle it.
Then the dog started biting at my arm, her signal that she needed out again. So, out we went. Back in, she’s nudging between me and the keyboard wanting to play. I’m trying to focus, but I can feel the pressure rising.
Moments later, my son calls. His school is demanding another $800 he doesn’t have. I try to calm him down while the notifications keep coming one after another. I tell him I’ll figure something out but have to go — more “urgent” things waiting.
Then my alarm goes off. My daughter works in an hour. And I remember — I don’t have a working vehicle.
I scramble to set up an Uber, stress bleeding through every word I say to her. She can feel it. Now she’s upset too.
Before I can breathe, an email pops in: “Please review these documents before the meeting — starts in 10 minutes.” I skim, take notes, jump into the call, and try to sound composed. When it ends, I dive straight into catching up on everything else.
By the time I finally stop to breathe, I realize how fast the day has spun out of control. Every little thing has piled on top of the next until I can’t tell where one ended and another began.
So I pray:
Jesus, give me strength to get through this day.
Give me clarity, discernment, and understanding.
I feel like I’m at my end again, but I know You are with me.
Please change the trajectory my day is headed.
Calm my soul and remind me that You have it all under control.
Fill me with the joy of salvation.
Remind me that we have already won —
and that this chaos is only temporary.
