Don't Give Up

I’m not sure if it is my obsessive need to always be doing something, aka, avoiding cleaning my home and organizing my office, or if I am just really that busy, but life has got me spinning. Every single time I turn around I am doing something or going somewhere. I had gotten really good at going to bed by a certain time and making sure I was recieving the rest I needed to keep up with my busy life, but recently I find myself, walking at midnight, no literally walking my street at midnight with my husband, because I can’t sleep. My mind is wandering to the next day’s happenings before I have even put to rest that day’s events. This is not like me. I have always loved and embraced the scripture, Matthew 6:34 “ Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” However, instead of not worrying about tomorrow, I find myself constantly making mental “to do” lists that keep growing and growing and growing.  Am I really...

Ecclesiastes 3 teaches us that there are many seasons in life to endure, embrace and enjoy. When I read this popular chapter in the bible it brings me satisfaction to know that I am not experiencing something that someone else has not already experienced, or that God has not already made a way of escape for, a victory, or peace, for when it passes a little faster than I would like. The bible also tells us that there is nothing new under the sun. The same things we go through today, people of the bible, went through too. They experienced the loss of loved ones, attacks from the enemy, the joy of a healthy newborn baby; they celebrated marriages,  and reaped the rewards of their hard work. And with each story that I read, I learn, that whether it was wandering lost in the desert for 40 years, or celebrating a friend’s healing to walk again, God was there.   As fall is quickly approaching and my morning walks with the Lord are lasting a little longer due to the cooler morning...

Have you ever just wanted to scream so loud that you knew if you did the neighbors would call 911 because surely something that sounded that horrifying could only mean someone was dying. Unless of course that neighbor is also a mother and a wife and in that case she would probably bring you a bottle of wine and a box of tissues and say “I feel ya girl”. Oh how I know that feeling all too well. Some days I just want to scream until it feels like my head will explode. Some days my stress level can escalate so fast I get whiplash. I literally feel the build up deep down inside the depths of my inner most being and it is literally a physical sensation that gurgles and growls (no I’m not hungry) and it seems the only release is to SCREAM! Oh how I would love to just take an impromptu trip to the beach where I can sit in a hotel room by myself, cry, stuff my face with coffee and chocolate and then go for a walk on the beach just so I can go back to my room and cry some more, and then when I...