This is caused by anything from major to minor; being transparent here, it’s generally something so incredibly minor I’m hard-pressed to remember what caused my day to go off the rails.
There have been several times throughout life when sleeping has been a challenge. These moments are often caused by stress, heartache, or babies.
Sometimes though, the reason for sleeplessness is because I can’t seem to turn my brain off. It doesn’t matter how tired the rest of my body is, my mind decides it is more important to run through all the things needing my attention–or that I feel need my attention, however erroneous that belief is.
To those who know us personally, it isn’t a surprise to know we’ve been struggling. The move from Active Duty to civilian life has not been an easy experience. There have been more bumps in the road than either my husband or I ever expected.
The wild fires in the Amazon, Siberia, and the Canary Islands; Hurricane Dorian heading toward the Bahamas and the Eastern Seaboard–the people affected by this are in need of our prayers this morning.
It had been a horrible, rotten, no good, very bad week in our home, and this particular day was working out to be the worst one. I was almost positive motherhood wasn’t supposed to be this hard.
Now, granted, this particular chapter in the Psalms actually deals with David’s repentance after he sinned against God with Bathsheba, but I find that meditating on it when I am depressed or anxious often helps to alleviate some of the struggle.
Then take a breath, and say hello to the only one who has loved you without ceasing since before you were born.
To that end, I’ve decided I need a focused plan for keeping more connected to God before joining in fellowship with others at church.
The most important thing to remember is that we’re teaching young people to learn. To experience life. We must teach the whole child. Not just parts. This means knowing their hearts, and knowing ours.
People Always Look for Roots
Either we want to set down roots, find our roots, or cover our roots with dye.
Roots, like people, come in many shapes, sizes, and styles. Some are small, delicate, and easily damaged; others are larger, stronger, and withstand the passage of time and the inevitable battles that come along with life.
I am human.
A small, delicate root that would break off if I wasn’t attached to another, more substantial one.
His strength, unfailing love, and grace, build me up when I would otherwise break.