Just when I thought I couldn't take another day, I had a total and complete meltdown letting the 'F' bombs fly at will. While they feel good at first launch, the aftershock isn't so sweet.
Rather than communicating what I feel or making peace with it through prayer or meditation, I let it build and build in hopes that maybe it will work itself out. And then it doesn't. And then I crash.
And the very next day, once it's out, those little 'signs' show themselves, God's little jab to say, 'Chill, rest in Me' (a la Psalm 46:10, my favorite Scripture).
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