A Mending House
Sometimes, I get in a funk. I feel oppressed, and I know not by what. I sigh deep heavy sighs just to breath and let out pent up anxiety. I go through causes in my mind: Did I drink caffeine today (an instant anxiety creator for me)? Have I spent time with the Lord today (a usual suspect)? Is anything hanging over my head that can be handled right now (maybe)? After that fast assessment, I usually will do the same thing each and every time (I'm not perfect. I did say "usually"). I pray. I ask God to reveal the weight that's weighing heavy on my chest. I ask Him to give me a servant's heart to do the things that are on the docket for the day, and give me the heart to not think of them as burdens but opportunities. Finally, I pray through what that day is supposed to hold. People I'll interact with, whether it's just the children and my husband, or neighbor kids, friends, etc. Places we are to be at, things we are supposed to accomplish. All things need the ...