Ever have one of those days? Ever have one of those weeks? How about this: ever have one of those years? You know the kind I’m talking about. The kind where not one big thing goes wrong, but lots and lots and lots of little things don’t go quite right. I feel like I’m having one of those years this week. Yes, I did say one of those years. This week. Nothing huge has gone wrong, nothing major has happened. But a lot of little things haven’t gone quite right and it’s beginning to feel like something big. Something really big. You ever feel that weight pressing down on you. You know, the weight you feel when you’re trying to make sense out of a lot of little “not quite rights”. The weight you feel when you’re trying to figure out how to find time to fix it all. The weight felt when realizing that no matter how hard you try, and no matter how hard you pray, you’re not going to find and God’s not going to provide that ever-elusive 25th hour in the day. Of course the real weight is felt once the realization hits that even if that hour were found, you wouldn’t know what to do with it. That’s about where I am. This week has left me feeling like a possum in broad daylight trying to cross I-285, only to realize, that if by some miracle I make it, I still have to get across the median and the other six lanes as well. Prayers for wisdom, focus, patience and peace would be greatly appreciated.