Katie's prayer: Jars of Clay's "Portrait of an Apology"

Calling, crying, ashamed of what I am not

Really failing, falling into this cage and I can't escape

Today was a much better day than yesterday, but still not great. It was a very productive day, getting a lot of things ready for PSR on Sunday. But there’s still this tiny part of my crying out that I’m not going to be good at this job. My list for PSR items isn’t finished. I haven’t touched the stuff for the Confirmation meeting in a while. Everyday this week, I’ve come home, had maybe an hour to myself to eat dinner, then did more work. Because I haven’t had time to do everything while I’m in the office, so I’ve had to take work home with me. As the days go on, I get more optimistic with my ability to do this job, but I also grow more weary from all the work. I know that God’s going to help me through it all. But that weariness and that little voice in the back of my head is trying to tell me different. I wish I knew how to shut them up. Dear God, help me.