Lord can i just vent...

Dear Readers, I must warn you that I'm stuck somewhere between pist off and sad. It's been one of those days; the car stalled four times, my maybe Ex decided it's easier to kick me while I'm down, his new tagline is we owe each other nothing. Amazing how convenient that becomes just at my time of need, but I'll let karma deal with that as he's walking to the door. And to top it all off I accidentally hurt a dear friend indeed. Today I must put on my big girl panties and believe that God has this handled. I know my trials don't sound like tragedies when there are posters of missing children or a mother planning to bury her son. That husband who just lost his wife or people with less to eat than me, cold in the street. So how dare I complain, oh Lord can I just vent for a little while? I understand that you assign the strong to carry the burden. That you already know who will break under pressure and who will build a stronger character. But if I may admit that I grow weary some days. Two and half hours of tears today I shed because I see an explosive snow ball effect if you don't come through. However, I can't hurry my blessing maybe it's too soon, I might miss the rest of the lesson. I'm glad they taught us to kneel as we pray, my shoulders to full for standing anyway. All I can say is but God as I fall. I guess that's what the view from rock bottom is about after all. For the women and men stronger than me, thank you for being the blessing I see. I've watched God hold you, so I know he's got me.