You know those days when it rains so hard the pavement aches?
The days where the raindrops are heavy and aggressive, pelting incessantly?
The kind of rain that makes your heart beat fast?
The kind that makes your vision blurry?
Almost like you can feel it, hitting your soul…
Drip. Drop. Boom.
And then, suddenly, without warning, it stops curiously. Right before dusk.
And a tiny sliver of sunlight appears through the clouds, reassuring you that it’s going to be okay. It’s all going to be okay.
…..
Lately my days are pouring rain, and my dreams are slivers of sunlight. From the time I wake up to the time I crawl into bed, my mind is full of pointless anxiety. 37 what if’s. 83 to-do’s. 61 maybe’s. Once I crawl into bed, I kiss Brett, and grab his hand as I close my eyes and listen to the slow and steady comfort of the fan. There, peace overwhelms me. In the darkness and the still of the night, I finally feel the presence of His plan and His timing. I take a deep breath, and exhale the to-do’s and what if’s and maybe’s. Without a word, He takes them from me, and only then can I fall asleep.
Change is good.
Change is scary, but change is good.
My life is about to change. In a good way. I can feel it.
In the meantime, your prayers are appreciated. Prayers for courage or patience or strength or guidance or wisdom or if you can manage it, all of the above. Because change is scary, and although I don’t scare easily, I’m a little scared now.
Go big or go home, right?
I’m going big.
