Time changes are funny things. You know they’re coming, you don’t believe it will make any difference at all, and then suddenly you realize how exhausted you are; a lot like trials in general.

I whisper to myself, “I should write this down.” How many times have I said that this year? How many times have I forgotten or gotten side-tracked? Does that make me a bad person or just really forgetful?

“Write this down,” He speaks to me again. God and I have become quiet friends over this past year. I’m learning things I thought I already knew. I thought I believed in Him but I only had faith. I’ve found this is not the same thing. (I should write that down.) I thought He expected so much from me but realized that I am the expectant one. (I should’ve written that down too.) I thought I knew His heart; I had no idea why. (I didn’t record that somewhere?) He does answers prayers. He will protect me. I am heard. (Where are my notes?)

I didn’t spring forward, I fell back. Lucky me, He loves me anyway. He didn’t expect me to do a thing. I’m tired, but I’ve learned so much.