I have had some Psalm 69:3 moments this past week.
"I am worn out
calling for help, my throat is parched.
My eyes fail, looking for my God" (NIV).
As it turns out, I think God knew I couldn't take one more
day of anxiety, panic attacks, puking, etc., because there was a message
waiting for me when I managed to drag myself to my computer, this morning, that
I didn't expect to get until next Thursday.
A good message. One of those
messages that causes a deep breath (which I needed, desperately) and a reminder
that it is now OK to relax, reset, and stop being crazy, at least for a little
while. It's safe to say that I failed
miserably at my #LessFearIn2016 motto over the past few days. It's OK.
I'll probably be able to regroup and be alright for at least several
months now...
I read Mark 4:40, today...
"He said to his
disciples, 'Why are you so afraid? Do
you still have no faith?'" (NIV).
Well... ouch.
I think this might be the part where I should simply thank
everybody who has been exercising faith for
me, lately. I need you all.
And now, some rest...
Hopefully followed by lots of action...
L.
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