God Delivers Kleenex

I'm a person who works through things. Rarely do I run into a problem that I can't solve by working harder, trying harder, "being gooder", giving more, or praying harder. This last month I found one, and little by little its worn me down. It's nothing big or life changing, but frustrating. I feel like stressful things in my life are gathering up to an inevitable breaking point, and I've been avoiding the breaking point. I feel like the UNIVERSE wants me to break, and it won't give up until I do. I've switched my energy from trying to avoid to breaking point to trying to delay my breaking point until the most convenient time. I had a voice message from my mom this AM that I stopped listening to mid-message knowing that it would break me down at work.

I decided to do something mindless for a moment and went onto Facebook to take my head elsewhere. There, on FB, was my breaking point by way of sweet message from a friend that I poured my soul out to this morning at 5:30 when we walked instead of ran because my stomach was so upset from all the stress: "What I wanted to say this morning but couldn't find the words for was: Find your strength. And then do it tenfold. You can't be strong unless you have the power to back it up, so find your power."

The tears came.

And that's when I looked down at my desk to desperately grab for a napkin or paper to hide my tears, and there was a brand new box of Kleenex planted there front and center. I know where it came from, but the unusual circumstance that it was there just when I needed it was enough for me to feel loved by God.

So now that I'm broken, the universe can go elsewhere and leave me alone.