{ another day }

That's how I face the end of each day.

I made it through the day.  So that's good.  

But it's draining to be at that place- where just to have lived through the day is good.

I don't know how else to get through the day.  If I don't focus on just getting through... I don't know if I can.  I'm so tired.  Drained.  Tired of feeling so hopeless.

So I made it through Monday.  Nothing has changed.  I still miss Tim; still wish for a text from him.  Still pray for him.

I try not to.  Try to tell myself all day, every waking moment, that it's over.  

And I know it is.  But it doesn't change my feelings or thoughts, or wishes and hopes.

I'm just tired of trials that make me feel alone.  Alone in a world.  Alone trying to figure out how the Lord is working/using my life.

Just..... alone.

And that's how I start and end each day.

So I made it through another day.