Winter. It's cold. And in Ohio, so dreary. Lacking of the sun. Or the ability to play outside and feel the warmth on your skin. Days stuck inside. And it all starts to weigh heavy. My spirit goes down the drain. The heaviness on my shoulders & in my heart seems to be slowly crushing me. But I won't stop the struggle. I won't give up & let it eat me alive. The panic attacks that leave me breathless. The numbness. And then the crying. It will all pass. It always passes. But in the middle when the struggle is real I'm thankful for people who speak life into me, God's closeness, being able to receive that warm blanket of His word, hot coffee & making out with my husband, hey, let's get real, making out helps.
Love it! First you don't have to apologize for not homeschooling, it's NOT for everyone. Also, amen to all your struggles. Even within the real authentic Christian blogging community it's hard to not say I don't measure up to her or I need to be doing this because so and so is doing. Real like struggles.
ReplyDeleteHey girl! Wow that is so awesome that you are going to be foster parents.. how exciting! Glad you found shereadstruth.. such an awesome community.
ReplyDeletei have definitely had to go through my twitter feed and stop following people who primarily speak negativity. i feel like life is hard enough without hearing and seeing people reinforce lies i already have trouble fighting, and how better to fight them than to surround myself, even online, with people who instead speak truth and light?
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