It won’t be back to normal.
I might not even recognize normal.
Moving forward might look completely different than looking back.
But it’s time.
It’s actually been a long time coming.
The last couple of years were a slow descent into increasing anxiety.
I’ve been learning lots, reading tons, praying, searching, questioning, listening, pondering, being more than doing… which brings me to here.
A totally different scene than a few months ago.
Back then it was sleepless nights, worry upon worry, fear run rampant, confusion, doubt, sadness, pain, and loneliness.
Now it’s… better.
Now I can sleep.
Now I can relax.
Now I can hear God’s voice in the noise of my world.
Now I can leave more with Him – He actually LOVES it when I do that!
Now I can laugh.
Now I can find joy.
Now I like to spend time with people.
Now I also appreciate the quiet days at home.
Now I can let my boys go a little easier.
Now I can remember bits and pieces of who I am.
Now I can catch glimpses of who God created me to be.
Instead of who I should be or who others want me to be.
Refreshing – ya.
Renewing – yes.
Encouraging – absolutely.
I’d love to get back to some writing.
It’s still a big part of me.
Always has been.
Always will be.
And as always, it’s good to share the words with you…