No Place Like Home

I just got back from vacation yesterday. It took us 12 hours to drive from Oak Island North Carolina, to Montandon/Milton Pennsylvania. Being stuck a car with your parents, brother, ten year old sister and two other sisters (one younger and one older) isn't the most fun thing in the world. My sister and I (the younger but not the ten year old) did have some good times. We played chess and were goofy and looked at license plates (we saw Alaska!!). But there were times of fighting and boredom and times of extreme sleepiness. We made it through though. Now I'm back in the real world. I'll probably have to work tomorrow or the next day, I've decided to start my school work on Monday and my sister goes back to college on Saturday. No more sitting around and reading, no more swimming in the ocean, no more taking walks on the beach, no more endless oreos in the car, no more funny cousins (for a little while at least) and it feels like no more freedom. Laying in bed this morning I felt completely overwhelmed. I just felt like I couldn't handle it. I felt stressed. I felt completely miserable. And I prayed. I told God all of this; I told Him I needed His strength, that I couldn't do it on my own. I told Him that without Him I just couldn't do it. I asked Him, begged Him, to be with my and to hold me up and take away my painful feelings. And then I fell half asleep and all my fears and stress seemed to vanish. I felt peace. It was wonderful. And now I know that even though life may be stressful, chaotic, full of unwanted change, complicated and completely beyond my control, I can have peace in my Lord. My Lord who never takes His eyes off of me. Who watches my every move. Who holds me up because I can't stand on my own. Who loves me more than I could ever dream or imagine. Who is always there to comfort and guide me. Who I only need to cry out to and He'll save me. That is my hope. Without my Lord, I would be so lost and to hopeless. I could not live. I would be nothing.