Reprieve

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.