An Admission

I am just going to admit that the cold, lead-gray gloom of January, and my aunt slowly dying, and the troubles two of my sons are having with school and growing up, and the state of the world, and my usual ever present sense of being overwhelmed and inadequate and the ample evidence of those two things that surround me in my daily life, all this, is bringing me down.  I wish I had a more muscular prayer life.  Like my body, it is pretty flabby, because it takes a lot of self-discipline, something I lack.  So I'll just make this little admission my prayer.  Lord, lift me up!  I believe!  Help my unbelief!