For quite a long time, I have been waking up around 3:00 AM every day. I usually wake with anxiety, with some issue pressing on my chest like a hundred pound weight.
The anxiety is compounded with frustration at my sleep being broken for the millionth time. How will I function tomorrow? I’ll never get back to sleep. Then my thoughts drift back to the issue I’m anxious about: kids, work, church, what I ate yesterday, what I forgot to do yesterday….. Continue reading
It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. I’ve been running. Wrestling. Maneuvering. Pouting. Hiding. Controlling. Hollering. Learning. Growing.
While this blog has been sitting unattended, God has been putting the past couple of years of my life into perspective. Funny how we see things the way we want to see them, and in reality, we’re blind to all that God has orchestrated around us.
My heart was locked up. Hands clenched in a death grip on something: my dream, my plans for my future. Oh, I could dress it up for Sunday church and make it look pretty spiritual.
Not too long ago, I wrote about our Feast of Trumpets celebration. I’ve been planning to share about our family’s Day of Atonement (Yom Kippur) observance, about a time of fasting, reflection, and rejoicing over the work of our perfect High Priest, Jesus. Instead, I have to share with you about my Yom Kippur meltdown.