Last night, I was full of fear and discouragement. As I lay in bed, I asked God to give me strength for the week ahead. Great strength and energy to sustain me in the new week. I was weary, worn out, stressed and completely knackered. I didn't want to go to work at all. I felt the burden of the world on my shoulders. I know I'm exaggerating but I certainly had a very heavy heart and spirit. And I prayed so earnestly for the strength to go on. I was at the point of not making it.

Today, things went relatively well. I cleared some stuff, settled outstanding issues and managed to successfully negotiate a deal. It wasn't my best day ever but it was certainly the best I've had in a month. And I'm thankful for that. I'm so thankful that I have a God who hears and who comes to the rescue. Every time.

Thank You.