I'm having another bout of homesickness today. I haven't been feeling well the past couple of days, and this morning I'm just missing Toronto people a lot and getting anxious about next year and not having a clue where I'll be or what I'll be doing. My tendency on these kind of days is to wake up and start pushing through the morning on my own, instead of being quick to take these burdens to Jesus. After running to the local store to pick up some things to make breakfast, I found myself sitting at the table crying with a heart that feels like it's in a knot. And it felt so good to just take it all to Jesus and ask Him to carry these burdens, and to protect me from giving into the tempting lies of Satan- that I'm not pretty enough or smart enough or normal enough. I knew from how I was feeling yesterday that it'd been a while since I'd had a good cry, and it felt good to let it out. I'm reading through the Psalms right now, and this morning's was from Psalm 50- "Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me." That's my heart's cry- I really want to honor Jesus with my life, in whatever He calls me to do, whether that's alone or with someone; whether it's here or there; whether it's doing a lot of sowing or getting to see some of the reaping. God give me strength.