367. A/C on a muggy 82 degree day 368. The happy chirping of my son in the morning as he tests out his voice 369. The gift of friends who speak honestly with me and tell me the truth about God’s love for me – even when I don’t know how to accept it 370.
Yeah, this is where I am… 14 So the trouble is not with the law, for it is spiritual and good. The trouble is with me, for I am all too human, a slave to sin. 15 I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it.
No, I’m not talking about the marital kind of engagement. I’m talking about the mental kind. One of the things I know about myself is that when I am facing stress, especially common stress, and it builds up to the point where I am about to be squished, I disengage. I detach. I hate extreme
The way I have been feeling lately, I think I’ve discovered that there’s land UNDER the Pit and I’ve scraped bottom there. It’s dark and cold and I just want to give up and sleep. Depression. Anxiety. Fear. There HAS to be a way out.