trodding

I think the honeymoon phase may be over.

Yesterday I woke up dreading going to work, forgot to pack myself a lunch (and it was too late by the time I realized it) and had to spend money at a bodega. (Is it terrible if I think the guy there purposefully overcharges me for my sandwich because I'm dressed in "business casual"?) I almost cried after spending nearly an hour filling out a public assistance form with a man who it turns out was going to lie about where he lived so that he might obtain money from the government. Later the same day, I fell while running up (yes, up) the stairs and fought back tears (and swear words) as I watched a nice bruise appear on my left shin.

It's times like this when I am comforted by the fact that God never changes. He is still good, He still loves me, and I am still His...those things will never change because they are realities that exist outside of time- outside of my little life here on earth. And so I trod on, because He who has called me is faithful and He will do it. He will finish what He's started.