Come to Me, all who are weak and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.

Mathew 11:28 is currently on my mind.

I am weak. I am heavy-laden. I need rest.

I just don't seem to have time or presence of mind to do the "Come to Me" part. I'm caught up in the struggle to keep myself afloat in the stormy seas - thrashing with all my might to catch my next breath. I'm so caught up, in fact, that I am ignoring the life preserver that God is holding out for me to grab onto. I need to snap out of this. For my sake, for my family's sake, and for Doug's sake.