Ever feel like you're at the bottom of the pile? Life can be going along fine, then bam--you're in an elevator that's had its cables cut. And it's not...anything...in particular, really. Maybe it was not getting elected tonight as a delegate or alternate for our church's upcoming district conference. Could have been from hauling three kids to the office in two days--one for being disrespectful, and two for fighting on the playground.

Maybe it was being at an end-of-the-year staff celebration, in which we welcomed the newly adopted baby of a co-worker. The kid is beautiful and fits so perfectly in my arms. Maybe it was sitting across from a friend and co-worker who is pregnant and eagerly shares her experiences with the rest of us. Maybe it was looking down the table toward another friend/co-worker who recently got engaged. It's not at all that I'm not happy for these people... It's that when I come home, alone, it's just me and Him. When will I get it--that He is enough?