As this summer started, I slipped into spiritual sleepiness. For the last nine months of the school year, I’d served as editor for my college newspaper, vice president for a club, and a residence life leader, all while working several part-time jobs. In my exhaustion, God sustained me through the Psalms. I was physically exhausted, but alert to his goodness.
The slower pace of summer let my body rest. But it also deceived me into thinking I didn’t need to rely on the Lord. I rushed through my quiet time. Anxiety nipped at my heels. I was irritable with loved
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