Scream.

That’s literally all I have right now, and it’s straight from the heart because I just screamed as loud as I could out of frustration. What pushed me over the edge? My spatula fell off of the stove. How dramatic, huh?

About a week ago someone called me from my home-state crying, begging for me to help them find a ride to rehab - mind you I’m at least 5 hours away. This was the 3rd call in less than 7 days I’d gotten a call from someone asking for MY help; the other two came from jail cells. Yup, straight from jail.

I’m drained. I am always the go-to for help, but never the one they check on. I understand this is likely part of my purpose from God.. to help people. That doesn’t mean it’s easy, though. Our purpose on earth is to benefit others, not ourselves. It is important to remember that you can’t save anyone, though - let alone everyone. At some point you have to let them go and give them to God, because he is the only one that can save. And that’s okay.

I feel like this turned into a diary entry rather than they Newsletter you expected, but my goal is to be real - you’ll never catch be trying to fake who I am. I hope you had a great Monday, and remember to scream one good time if you need to 😉.