She was old enough to sit up by herself but not mobile enough to move from that position, so when I came home from the grocery store I plopped her down on a blanket and put a few toys in front of her. Then I went to the car for the first load of groceries….
Last night was one of those tossy-turny events where I alternated my anxieties among a variety of subjects. I worried about my kids and then other people’s kids. Worried about my husband’s worries about other people’s worries. Broke it up with some worries about how I would pay bills, tackle laundry, and load the dishwasher…
A friend at church asked when my daughter is getting married. I said, May 25, and her eyes got big. She said, Oh, that’s really soon. Like I should be scared. So I was scared. I had one of those talks with God where he sits calmly in the chair and I pace all around…
I walked into school anxious. I’m still pretty new at this teacher thing and often feel like a kid whose a bit wobbly on brand new ice skates. I was breathing deeply, trying to think courageous thoughts. My first stop is always the teachers’ work room where the mailboxes are. My box is usually empty,…
I make sure anytime something difficult comes my way I always worry about it first. How will I fix this? How will I get through this? How will I survive this? I, I, I. After a good stomach-churning moment or hour or few days, I remember I have help. Then I make sure to have…
So you know how I’ve been overwhelmed and stressed and not sleeping, with this new job prep and all? Well, that makes me want to hurt people. Hurting people did not make the fruits list. “The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23 NIV) I…
I was awake at 1:45 a.m., barely three hours into my night of sleep. Thinking. I wonder if that Spanish website will work. I’ll be back to square one if it doesn’t. Need to get the truck oil changed in Whitefish, but that will take two hours –can I afford two hours today? Should I…
I know it’s the middle of August, but when I came across these pictures and saw the attention God pays to the details of design, I wondered why I ever get stressed that God might not work out the details of my life. I mean really.
[To my guy readers, a heads up that this blog post includes decidedly female imagery. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.] Last week was so intense, at one point I looked at my daughter and said, Tomorrow’s blog post is going to be titled “The Day I Died from Stress.” She said, No, mom. On…
I was down on my knees folding socks and underwear and a mound of old dishrags with frayed edges. And I was praying. Because laundry is a simple, quiet activity that leaves room for a woman to bend her knees in the holy sanctuary of God’s presence. I started with anxious words about future events….
I feel like I’ve moaned and groaned all week, with external aches accompanying the flu and internal anxiety in trying to make some decisions about the fall. Yesterday I had a moment of energy after the DayQuil kicked in, so I got up to tidy the bedroom, praying through my anxieties as I picked up…
The temperature was 90 degrees outside, but I spent all day under a blanket, with chills and body aches. Worse than a summer flu, though, was summer anxiety. I found myself feverish of body and mind, worrying about what this next year will look like. I prayed about this all day, so wishing God would show up…
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