Every morning I struggle. And every morning I run into this:
Let us come before His presence with thanksgiving- Psalm 95:2
And I remember her encouragment.
I’m only on the 40’s since I’ve been inconsistently coming back to this much-needed way of life (like gasping for air) every once in awhile. But I gasp again:
46. A cool morning walk before what will be a very hot day.
47. 9 year old boys laughter at 6:34am.
48. For the one True Story
Learning to breathe giving thanks,
Published by Sheila Dougal
Hey, I'm Sheila, glad you're here.
A little about me: I'm a 40-something woman, wife, mom, RN, soap maker and wannabe suburban homesteader. I think better when I write. I've kept a journal since I was 9 and started blogging over 10 years ago.
I'm introverted, but I love people. I'm curious but shy. I'm contemplative and easily distracted. I feel deeply and know numbness. I want to make things right and I'm learning to let go. I wax poetic sometimes and often don't know what to say. It's complicated.
It boggles me that I am Christ's and he is mine. I gaze into the heavens and the Heaven-Maker's words, remember the hard things, fight depression, and long for home and King.
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