I’ve always heard of anxieties. Anxiety attacks. Anxiety holding you back, etc, etc. I would roll my eyes.
Anxiety has almost been glamorized. I have anxiety but I hold strong. I’m a survivor.
I think the truth is, someone with anxiety won’t admit it.
A few weeks ago, my pastor preached a message on anxiety. He asked the congregation to raise their hand if they struggle with anxiety. I thought it was a joke.
Continue reading ➞ My Anxieties & How I Combat Them
Someone I know lost her mother yesterday. She was in the ICU and declining, and yesterday they got the call.
A week before Thanksgiving.
I know there’s no dad in the picture. That was a tragic story as well.
I shouldn’t know these things about her life. I’m not close to her even to be called a friend. I’ve just been there.
There, in the room, when things have happened. When news was relayed to someone else with me standing by.
I feel like God wanted me to know these things, though I have no right. I’ve no business knowing. I don’t mean to know. It’s just too much of a coincidence that I’ve been there every single time something has happened.
Continue reading ➞ What You Have
Prayer, I find a humorous thing. There are so many different kinds of prayer. There’s the young child to old adult who doesn’t know what else to say. . .
God, thank you for this food.
. . type of prayer, which is usually the product of being pushed into saying something at the dinner table and that’s all that comes out.
Speaking of obligatory prayer, how about when someone calls on you to pray for a person in the prayer circle and you’re totally caught off guard.
Um oh sure. Uh, Lord. I pray for, uhhhhh *awkward chuckle until someone in the circle hisses her name* Mary? Marideth! Sorry… Marideth. She’s uh. . needs a job. No? Oh uh sorry. My bad ha. I mean she has an unspoken request…
Continue reading ➞ Prayer
It’s strange being in the same state for two blog posts. But ’tis true. We are still in Missouri.
But we’re not in — misery.
*lame laugh* Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha.
Yeah, I bet Missourians find that old by now.
In short, today we went sight seeing, starting with a whole lot of “aww.”
Continue reading ➞ Precious Moments Chapel and Ripley’s Believe It Or Not
I’ve realized something about myself. I worry. As in, a lot.
I don’t know where this came from. I think of myself to be a rather calm, collected, easy going human being. I go with the flow. How is it I became a worrier?
It’s getting to be ridiculous. I worry about not getting a job. I’m worried that if I don’t get a job soon, I’ll turn into one of those stay-at-home losers who leech money from their parents and are useless all their life. Then when I start to get close to what seems like a job, I worry that the hours will be horrible and I won’t have a social life anymore – no wise cracks, please. I worry that my novel is junk. The plot is cliche. Or my voice is boring.
Continue reading ➞ Worry