It's over. Here we go again.
My thoughts paced back and forth. In between the stress and the tears and the fears, came doubt.
I've been here before.
In this place where the storm clouds are high above my head just settling there. Waiting for me to move so they can follow. Because no matter how hard I've tried, they still follow me.
And so I remember what to do. I force myself out of this place, out of this fear, and I pray, despite the subtle lies, I pray. I journal, take a walk/run with some praise music to the King, and I pray some more.
I fell asleep praying, woke up praying, spent the day praying.... and forgot slightly about the nightmare that was looming around me.
I can't lie. I'm still worried and afriad and annoyed and angry and doubtful at times. The storm clouds have grown lighter, but they haven't moved yet. Depression, stress, and fatigue are threatening to overtake me.
BUT, I KNOW MY GOD WILL COME THROUGH.
He did the impossible before and I trust Him to do it again. It's not over. No, the fight is still being won.