Tired

I have much to learn about saying no. But I think the problem goes deeper than that. It's rooted in a misunderstanding - a twisted perspective - of my own finiteness. I am limited. Weak. Unable. There is much that I can do and think and comprehend and effect - but there is an almost infinite amount that I cannot. This is simply an attribute of my humanity, but it is one that my pride rebels against. God have mercy.