Tank Full of Faith

You know, this blog in general is more like a public journal than anything. Sorry that doesn't mean that I share a lot of cool, fun things I'm doing. It consists more of me telling you what I'm thinking, partially because I'm not doing that many cool, fun things.
This semester has been hard. Really hard. I have never been so busy in my entire life. Besides Sundays (thank the Lord for Sundays), all my time is spent doing school, work, sleeping, or eating. And honestly, I'm not working, sleeping, or eating really that much (sorry mom). I feel like I am constantly running from one class to another, from one homework assignment to another, and just going until I drop unconscious for a couple of hours in the night time (or day time, depending if I had time during the night before). I will be too busy to go home an eat at all in a day, and stay up late and wake up early doing homework. It is a constant barrage of things I should be doing. I am barely keeping my head above water.
And as I run up four flights of stairs to be on time to work or turn in my math assignment (because the elevator is too slow), I start to wonder why I don't just drop dead on the spot. It seems that I am constantly exhausted and hungry. I think, "why don't my legs just refuse to take the next step? How do they do it?" and "why does my brain submit to do this next math problem? Why doesn't it just go into a mental break-down?" How can I constantly be a day late and a dollar short and still manage to mostly make it? That doesn't make sense. I should be laying collapsed somewhere in the Talmage or Eyring. Really.
I've learned that it is because I'm not doing it by myself. When my tank is empty, somehow liquid faith seems to make up for the lack of food and sleep. I don't think my engine would be running without it. When I just have enough oil and meal for one more day, somehow the "cruise of oil faileth not" and the handful of meal still is there. I "just keep swimming", just keep walking, just take one more step. I make it to tomorrow, and when I get there, somehow there is enough left in my empty tank to make it to the next tomorrow. It doesn't make sense at all, but it works. I don't even want to consider what would happen if I let my busy-ness prevent me from personal prayer and scripture study, or what would happen if I did homework on Sunday. I really might fall dead on the spot.
Thank goodness that an empty tank can run on faith. Who knew. I didn't think I could handle this much, and really I can't. Good thing I'm not soloing this one. And you know? Life is good.