Some weeks unravel slowly. Not with drama, but with delays. Interrupted routines. Frayed patience. A quiet tug of “God help.” This isn’t a story of resolution, it’s a reflection from the middle. Where faith doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it waits on hold.
The Soundtrack of a Stalled Day
This week, I’ve been inconsistent with my S.O.S. practice. Not because I don’t believe in it, but because I keep letting other things override the commitment I’ve made. I keep waking up at 4am. On Thursday, I woke to find the gas supply cut off due to a faulty meter. The water stayed hot just long enough for a morning shower, where I found myself thanking God for something I usually take for granted. But the rest of the day unraveled into stress: several calls where I was told to go back home and call again to book an engineer, long stretches on hold, and finally an engineer who couldn’t start the job because the booking had been lost. (Computer said no.) It was fixed by evening, but by then I was already holding the familiar tug of anxiety, frustration, and the creeping thought: Why me? I remember saying God help several times throughout the day.
It’s not just about the clutter; it’s about the emotional recalibration required when my solitude gives way to her presence. And sometimes, her presence feels loud.
The Friction of Togetherness
Then Friday night my patience with my daughter (26) was tested again. She’d been away for a week and had only been back for two days, I’d really enjoyed the peace and quiet, so when we argued I was reminded of the challenge of sharing space again. The noise. The mess, The friction.
Running on Empty, The Power in Weakness
By the end of the week, I felt completely spent. Not just tired. Exhausted. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. The kind of fatigue that doesn’t ask for sleep, but for stillness
I still feel frayed, foggy, and fed up. But maybe that’s where grace meets me best. “My grace is sufficient for you…” (2 Corinthians 12:9, ESV) Not in my composure. Not in my consistency. But in the cracks. That’s the pivot. Not strength, but surrender. Not fixing it, but being held.
A Timely Word
Yesterday, I picked up my Jesus Calling devotional, then set it aside. Today, I opened it straight to the entry for this moment: “DO NOT BE DISCOURAGED by the difficulty of keeping your focus on Me…” It didn’t scold. It didn’t shame. It simply reminded me: grace is patient.
The Still Point
On reflection there wasn’t a tidy resolution. No breakthrough moment. Just a long day of waiting, holding, and whispering “God help.” But maybe that was the invitation: “Be still, and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10, ESV)” Not fix it. Not force it. Just be still. Even when the system says no. Even when the silence stretches. Stillness becomes surrender. And surrender becomes trust.
Choosing to Listen
So today, I’m choosing to listen. Not to the noise. Not to the pressure. Just to the quiet. No music. No radio. Just silence. Because sometimes grace doesn’t shout, it whispers. And I want to hear it.
If your week has been interrupted, noisy, or just plain exhausting, know this: you’re not alone. And grace doesn’t need perfect conditions to show up.
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