My Own "F" Words
Hold on. Please keep reading. I want you to stop caring so that you can show more love. Wait, what? You’re not making sense Elizabeth. Stay with me please. Stop caring about what others think of you. I’m not perfect. I still care too much about what others think of me. Think of my cookies.
I was looking for a reason not to run this morning. I just didn’t want to go. So I told myself not to worry about my time. Not to worry about my distance. Just to go out and enjoy nature. As I went to turn on my podcast that I’ve been listening to I instead
The world has slowed down by choice and by force. It’s a scary time of uncertainty and worry. I remember weeks ago as whispers started and the panic buying started grabbing a pack of toilet paper from Costco and two cases of water after seeing a line of people dragging away carts and pallets full.
“Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.” – 1 Peter 5:7 NIV It’s a verse I need to write on my heart. Anxiety is a silent tide. I’ve been struggling lately to to find the surface. It hits me in waves on a Sunday night, it takes over waiting for a
Brain dump day! I’ve had a lot rattling around in my head lately… “Did I switch the loads? Is it bath day? Did the baby eat any of his food? Is it Tuesday or Friday? Where is my to do list? There’s my pen! Where did your clothes go? Is it bedtime?” Life is too
E. A. McComas 