Category: anxiety

anxiety, comfort, spiritual warfare1 Comment

Peeling off the Veil

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Freedom. The Miriam-Webster online dictionary defines this word as the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action; liberation from slavery or restraint or from the power of another Last week’s battles with chains has led me today to a study of several verses in 2 Corinthians 3. During the fiercest battles last week, I felt removed from reality. It was like I read scripture but had something heavy covering me that prevented the words from sinking in. I was reading the words, but they were not penetrating the veil that had settled on my brow. As part … Continue reading Peeling off the Veil

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Climbing out of the pit

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Mama used to tell me if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” Well, I haven’t blogged for awhile because frankly, I haven’t had anything nice or uplifting or inspiring to write. I’ve been up close and personal with darkness. Beth Moore would tell me to Get Out of That Pit. (I so love Beth’s way of bringing real life stuff to Christian platitudes!) A little over a week ago, my sweet husband woke up with some kind of stomach bug. My daughter gave him a bell to ring, and I brought him Unisom (works well for … Continue reading Climbing out of the pit

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Throwing Stones at Goliath

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Last year I passed up on a trip to London because a Goliath-sized airplane stood in my way.  My husband ended up taking his mom and my daughter while I stayed home and wallowed in self disgust…until a dear friend reminded me that God is my Maker.  He created me and knows every single thing about me.  He knows what a panic-inducing eight hour flight would have done to me, and he provided a way for my daughter to enjoy the trip without me (thank you, MIL!) Tomorrow I will face a two hour Goliath plane ride to sunny Florida.  … Continue reading Throwing Stones at Goliath

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I’m a Fruit!

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I have a compulsion today to not just clean my house, but to disinfect it. Somehow the sight of mountains of used up tissues from my cold-laden daughter just inspires me to tell that mountain to MOVE. Strangely enough, it won’t just stand up and march to the trash can all by itself. I strategically place trash cans all over the house in areas where she is prone to be — coffee table, work table for homeschool, beside the bed. It doesn’t help that the dogs think all tissues are magical toys. One of them eats them whole, and the … Continue reading I’m a Fruit!

adoption, anxiety, comfort3 Comments

Tears in a Bottle

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I spend a great deal of time glossing over hurts.  I push them to the back burner of my heart.  Life as a homeschool mom is crazy and busy enough to keep my mind occupied with the here and now.  Math test?  Check.  Understanding direct objects?  Check.  Learning about forms of energy?  Check. But there is a hurt just beneath the surface, and there are times that it raises its scarred head and screams to be released.  Often this hurt comes out in my dreams, as it did last night. I dreamed a very vivid dream that I was having … Continue reading Tears in a Bottle