I craved belonging. Not to belong to a group, but to belong to something more than mental illness, shame, sadness, and fear.
Prompt Word: Sense What's ahead?
We fight anxiety from within. As a believer, that means Jesus is already there.
Prompt Word: Person Who I am.
First is really last.
Then, she guessed my age, "What are you, almost 40?" (Bless her little heart!)
"Well, a bit past 40."
"Oh, then, it's time. Isn't it fun. Once you hit 40, things go downhill."
Surrender is healing; in ways we often never expect.
Whether we are fighting battles in our faith, or Satan on the frontline, the message is clear.
The devil prowls. We know creatures who prowl come to destroy and devour.
Today, I admitted something out loud-I am exhausted. The tug on my heart is more than I can bear. To withstand more of the same is beyond my ability.
I don't want to be this person. This early aging woman. I don't know how to change this trajectory, or how to embrace it.