Sometimes life just takes over and we find ourselves in the midst of just too much busyness. And we can’t stop it because we have to do the things we have to do, like it or not. As my beloved niece is fond of saying, it is what it is.

Then the stair railing had to be installed. We were still living in the hotel so we weren’t home when that was being done, in fact, we had no clue he was even coming that day. When we walked in that morning we found the rail almost totally installed . . . but it was the wrong color. Since the movers were arriving with our furniture, not having the rail up was a big safety concern, thus, the wrong-color railing was screwed in place. But not without incidence. The installer drilled the screw into the light switch on the opposite side of the stairwell. Fire arced everywhere. Men came running. Cries for the electrician filled the air.

Crisis averted. The current was cut, the wires were capped, and the rail-man finished his job. Two weeks later, the painter returned and painted the rail the color it should have been from the beginning.

Finally, touch-up painting was completed. With the installation of the new gas logs, the fireplace was finished, then the last ceiling fan was hung in its place. We cleaned, packed up, and headed back to Florida. Three weeks later and we have returned to North Carolina for personal family reasons. Our fourth trip to North Carolina since the beginning of the year.

As you can see, life has been very busy since New Year’s. It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve somehow managed to get out a weekly blog, meet with my editor and do the edits on my novel, meet with my social media coach, and still keep a hungry hubby, and sometimes a son or two, fed and happy.

I imagine I’m like you. Sometimes I don’t know how I do all the things I do. There are days when I just don’t feel like doing anything─days marred with a migraine, or a trip to the dentist where I learn I must have two more root canals. Entire days lost while we make the twelve-hour car trip from the Tampa area to the Asheville area and vice versa.

Thus, while I may be worn to an absolute frazzle, I cling to Philippians 4:13, I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. I keep pressing on toward the goal of being a published writer. I turn to God in all that I do. I spend time with Him every day. And I pray about everything and every word I write. Where my work goes from here, like everything else in my life, it’s in God’s hands.

Are you worn out? But do you have things you feel you must do? Want to do? Need to do? Tell us how you get through those tough, busy days.