Sometimes it's just too much....

So everyone has their limits, right? You know, that point where you can no longer take it....the ice starts to crack and before you know it, you've lost it?

It is in these moments when I want someone to reach to, to pick me up, because usually these moments happen when I am completely alone.

So the preview to my breakdown went something like this:
1.) Woke up at 2:48 am
2.) Got punched by my husband (in his sleep) because I decided I would try sleeping in the other direction
3.) I woke up 45 minutes late
4.) I left for church 20 minutes late
5.) My car was on "E"
6.) I forgot my phone
7.) I rode into Kernersville on fumes
8.) Migraines start tempting me
9.) I practically fall off the piano bench at church from the dizziness and heat of the lights
10.) I messed up the band, the invitation and the singers 3 times in a row

AND THEN I BROKE....

Fortunately it's in those moments that God chooses to carry us...for I couldn't have made it home without Him...and He played a song just for me...