This is going to sound strange, but I think loosing my car, my job hours, and being forced back into housewifery was to prepare me. Because I have been home most days for the last several weeks, I have been cleaning the house, finishing unfinished projects, and stocking the staples. I can’t say we have EVERYTHING we need, but we are doing okay. I was trying to find the purpose in the isolation already. Now I do believe it IS GOD. He knows me. He knows I hate change. He knows that being home all the time is hard for me. I choose to see the last several months as my adjustment period. God is good. I know all this crisis is not about me. Each of us will have to adjust in our own way. I am just so thankful God knew I needed extra time to prepare. Stay safe everyone.
I feel not so much a storm as a little shower of emotional rain. My mind is filled to the brim with thoughts and trying not to go batty trying to sort them through on my own. Then I start feeling isolated as I have no one to talk to. I have therapy next week so I will talk then for sure. It’s not even anything bad; it’s just so full I am thinking out loud. That never bothered me before, but now I am feeling unsteady. I have talked to myself my whole life. I am certainly not going to stop now, but it feels like a gateway to the enemy deceiving me all over again. He can disguise his voice to sound like anyone else. So if my thoughts are out loud, I’m Vulnerable. I miss my friends. I have a few here and there . I miss lighthearted fun. I am just waiting for God to pull the curtain on this season and to start to feel more like myself again. I’m not asking God for anything He doesn’t want me to have, I just need to get through this little shower. I know God still has things for me to d...
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