Like most of my emotions, anxiety comes in seasons. It comes in waves—suddenly there and then suddenly gone, but the in-between moments are fierce and intense and just when I think I’m going to catch my breath, I get pulled under again.
Like a dark tunnel—when you know at any moment you’ll see the light, so you just keep charging forward.
I say to myself, “just don’t stop…don’t get stuck.”
It’s in those dark times—the pulled-under times—that you desperately need the Light, the Breath.
I don’t mean to gloss over the pain of anxiety with pretty language or generic comparisons.
But it’s the only way to explain to people who don’t understand anxiety what it’s like to feel constantly overwhelmed.
One of my favorite things to do during my quiet time is flip through my Bible and see what stands out to me. Sometimes it’s a doodle, a bright pink highlighted verse, a scribble left by a child or a crinkled page. But most of the time it’s the scriptures that I have drawn circles around that makes me pause, read and ponder.
Over the past few years, I have been lucky enough to be involved in many small groups. I am an extrovert, so anytime I get a chance to break open the Word with friends–I don’t hesitate to join.
What I have learned is that the study that you choose can make or break the group–especially when some or all of the participants are new believers.
In my experience, you don’t want to choose a study or book that is too complicated or in-depth. Of course, that isn’t always true–some new believers want to dive right into the deep end of Bible study.
Have you ever experienced a moment of realization during prayer or journaling?
As you know, I am a big proponent of prayer journaling and have written many posts on the topic. But every so often, I have a moment that can only be attributed to the Holy Spirit.
Where I do not have control of my pen.
So today, in a moment of vulnerability and obedience, I’m sharing my prayer journal entry.
It all started because I was feeling so frustrated with myself–my diet has been horrible, I’m not getting enough sleep, I’m procrastinating, I’m burnt out with homeschooling, I’m yelling at my kids and quite frankly, I’ve not been having quiet time with the Lord.
I’m desperate for a savior, you guys. Like–I literally cannot do this on my own.
You see, making friends has always come pretty easy to me—it’s keeping them that is the struggle. Our little family has done a lot of moving around and nothing stops a friendship in its tracks like packing up and moving out of town.
Now that we know for sure that this is where God wants us—we are staying put. Planting roots. Making friends. Keeping friends.
So how do you do that? How do you get beyond the small talk? How do you let down your walls and allow people to get to know the REAL you?
Before you go, let me say that I am not an expert.
I was praying in the shower this morning for some guidance regarding a few real-life friendships of my own, and God spoke so clearly to me and I’m going to share that with you.