"When I refused to confess my sin, my body wasted away, and I groaned all day long. Day and night your hand of discipline was heavy on me. My strength evaporated like water in the summer heat".
This was me not long ago. It seems like only yesterday I was gripped by depression and anxiety. They still linger, but I am better equipped to deal with them. I don't let them hang around as long as I used to.
This was originally written in April.
I feel as if I am losing control. Over what I do not know. As it is, I have told myself many times, my life is not my own. So why do I feel this panic. Can I just sit by idly and let this feeling pass? Or is this a sign I need to take things into my own hands?
Ask. Sometimes I forget to ask. Or don't want to. Asking involves vulnerability.
Seek. Sometimes I forget to seek. I have not sought the voice of the Spirit in me.
Knock. Sometimes I forget to knock. Afraid of who will answer the door.
Showing me an opportunity that will change my life.
Matthew 7: 7-8
I am a daughter, sister, auntie, wife and friend.