“If I put the effort in, I could be the way I’m supposed to be, and God might become pleased with me. But I don’t.” Feeling acceptable as a follower of Jesus always feels JUST out of reach.
September 10, 2024
So there I was lying in bed, about to cry and crying out to God to help me cut through the whirling chaos in my head. What he brought to my attention was how my son and I were in a similar place. It was humbling to identify with a fussy baby, but at the same time it allowed a little compassion and understanding to break through the chaos and frustration.
September 3, 2024
I groaned softly as I woke up to tend to my crying son. “Uggghhh, can’t you let your dad get any sleep!?” But as I rolled out of bed, I caught a glimpse of the alarm clock, it read 6:00am. Wait, that meant that Benjamin actually had let me get sleep, plenty of it in fact. And yet, there I sat, bleary-eyed, only wanting to konk out for another few hours of sleep.
August 27, 2024
I was carrying a bag of hornets over my head, and they were angry! But I couldn’t help myself, I just kept poking the bag, until it broke! …Okay, not a literal bag of hornets, but that’s how I describe my experience with anxiety. My head is often full of fearful thoughts and I can’t seem to stop ruminating on them. Making them bigger and bigger, angrier and angrier. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could get some distance from that bag!?
August 20, 2024
