when the plates fall

For most people it happens a least a couple times in life. We come to the end of our rope.

For me it was the first semester of my Senior year of college.

The semester started great. Deborah had returned from a year long internship in Texas. Soon after we got engaged and set our wedding date for the end of the school year. It was my last year of college. And work was going good.

But then towards the end of November we moved our wedding date up to Jan 2nd. Finals week and my procrastination were accelerating towards a head on collision. And for reasons I can't remember I was either fired or quit my job.

Our college also had a 2am curfew, so Deb and I, the star-struck love-birds that we were often stayed up till 2am talking or going out. So my sleep level was at an all time low.

And then I just stopped. I knew I couldn't keep all these plates spinning at the pace I was going. I knew something was going to crash, soon. My body was shutting down and I didn't see how I was going to survive everything that was demanding my attention.

That's when I needed a savior. Something, or someone to not just "help me" but instead to rescue me.

To this day I'm not sure how I did survive. I don't actually remember much from those last 3 weeks of December, it's all a blur. I'm sure Deb was a big help. And I'm sure I probably leaned hard onto God. In those moments what else can you do.

If you're experiencing #FallingPlates, I pray that the God described in this video will be your Savior too. As we approach Good Friday, and Easter Sunday, will you trust the only One who can save. (http://www.fallingplates.com)