The past seven days have been some of the most anxious that I have had all year. There was a situation that arose over the past three weeks that felt like it was sent from the pit of hell to suck all of my energy dry. I tried ignoring, then engaging, then throwing everything at it but the kitchen sink ... but all to no avail. This week, things culminated in a truly awful outcome. I felt like all the work I had put into it was in vain and I began to question so many things surrounding this situation that it made me angry. Already drained, the anger and stress bubbled into a cauldron of anxiety. I did not feel like myself but I refused to resign myself to a headspace, or a heartspace, that was caused by this type of toxicity. I knew that I had to release it. But where would I release it? I decided to give my emotions to the most capable hands in the universe: the very hands that created it. In those moments when I need to be ushered into the presence of God, Maranda Curtis takes me there. This particular recording of hers is one of my favorites. I hope it blesses you like it blesses me. Love you all!
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