All I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and let work and home and family fend for themselves. I’d had enough. If one more person needed one more thing, I was probably gonna lose it.
Some days are like that. (Like last Wednesday, for example.) Everything and everyone dances on your last nerve, and it’s all you can do to beg God to just help you hold your tongue.
“Janna, that’s not very godly!”
Yeah, it’s really not.