the weekend always feels like a dream to me. it's the time of the week when i'll be with people i love and can hang around with, throw aside all my reservations and be who i really am. it's the time of the week when i'm involved in things i actually like to do... yet like all dreams, they pass quickly, almost fleetingly.
weekdays are a drag, and every day seems so long that i'm always taking note of how long more it is to dismissal. i wish the days do end a lot faster, so i can go home to rest, interact online with friends and do some quiet time. or maybe go for bible study or a driving lesson (though i've more or less completed them). most of the time, i come home very drained that i can't even find much energy to exercise. if not for weekends, i could go insane.
and tomorrow is the start of a new week. but indeed, let His joy be my strength! on weekends, i love His presence. on weekdays, i desperately need His presence.
1 comment:
lol.. don't worry you aren't the only one who feels that way..
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