Learning to Lean...In
My last 6 weeks or so have been rough and ugly. Anxiety got WAY out of control. The things I wanted to think on, uplifting things, I couldn't seem to dwell on. But I had zero problem obsessing over the things that brought pain. The scary thoughts that wouldn't leave me alone. Like, what were Brendan's last moments like? The images that kept scrolling across my mind were gruesome and the horror they conjured up about pushed me over the edge. It's crazy to me that I know that I know that I know that the battle is ALWAYS in the mind. Satan knows exactly how to hurt me and I know what the solution is but I still kept falling further and further into that pit that I despise. That pit and I have spent far too much time getting to know each other. Enough is enough. I listened to a message by Tom Messer with my hubby the other night as we were driving to and from a bereavement group he is trying to get going in Perry, IA. The title was something like, Finding Joy in Sorrow. ...