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.
such sweet words full of Truth. i'm sure these words will bring great comfort to her.
ReplyDeleteps. i love her name. it's always been one of my faves!
Oh goodness how I needed this tonight. I was just telling my husband the past two nights I've been so attacked with fear. The little girl who was kidnapped and murdered and the town we just moved from has made me feel so heavy. And every night I try to sleep and am filled with fear.
ReplyDeleteThis was just what I needed to read tonight before laying down to sleep.
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