Little Mercies

Just like a drought after a storm, is how I have been feeling after our little getaway. Except this drought is an emotional one, as there certainly is a storm raging at work. Stress levels have gone up a couple of notches, chipping away at my positivity and determination.

Yesterday was a particularly bad day, and I was just thrown into a new low.

I was held up by little mercies.

A long-distance phonecall from an aunt, who read in my Gmail status that I am "stressed" and so decided to call and pray for me. It was a very comforting conversation, where she stopped at one or two intervals to ask if she was disrupting me, and I said no, for it was an encouraging voice I needed to hear.

A much needed gym workout with a friend, whom I struggled not to drag down into the doldrums with me.

Only Roboman knew the full extent of how I felt yesterday. With a special gentleness that I have only seen with me, he brought me a lot of comfort. He might not understand why I feel this way, for if he had been in the same situation, he would have felt different, being the Type-A non-emotional person he is.

Thank you God for little mercies.