I stopped and took a breath.
I’ve gone nonstop for a few weeks now, and the time to hit the brakes arrived. I packed a small bag and drove my daughter and grandkids for a weekend getaway. I released the worries and uncertainties and enjoyed a couple of days of sightseeing.
These past few weeks were challenging. Stress complicates peace. It enters and attempts to unravel what God perfectly built. God will not force us to stay in His presence; we have to choose Him. Though it was an internal fight, I wanted Christ. I stay focused on his love and comfort. When Satan tried to tear me away, I ripped the chains free. Not today, Satan.
I find solace knowing many out there diagnosed with a mental illness understand what I mean. You are fighting the same battles and waiting for your miracle. We cry out in unison for relief, maybe just a break from the constant stress. Someone is hoping for change and growth. You are my inspiration. Together we are facing the giants of our diagnosis. It may not be pretty, but I vow to win. I pray you do, as well.
One day at a time. We’ve got this.