I Changed My Mind...
I initially started writing about how this was never apart of my plan - the journal, this devotional; it simply wasn’t...but I guess I will share that another time. I decided to write about how I feel right now (Sunday night, well technically its Monday morning @ 12:50am) and I’m sure I won’t adequately be able to put into words how I feel because I don’t really know how I feel.
Lauryn and I went to Washington, DC last week - I went to get my hair colored and cut (my form of self-care) Side note: I’m learning that I don’t have to explain why I do things that bring me joy or make me happy and neither do you - but just so you know why in the entire world we would fly to DC just a few days after such unbelievable events occurred at our nation’s capital. It was a great quick trip, my hair turned out fabulous (thanks Ashleigh), Lauryn and I did a little site-seeing, we ate amazing food, all while feeling completely safe because the National Guard was posted on every block. It was exactly what we needed, a quick getaway from Atlanta.
But I’ve been dealing with a “thing” that’s been bothering me for almost two weeks now. I know it’s bothering me because my left side lower back/hip area is in so much pain (this is where I tend to hold stress). One would think I would be use to this “thing” by now because this “thing” has happened several times over - but I guess I’ll never really get use to it. It’s not always the same exact thing, yet it very much so is. It use to knock me completely off my feet when it first started to rear it’s ugly head; today it doesn’t necessarily knock me off my feet - though it does cause me to stumble a bit.
During these times when I find myself stumbling:
I cry (not as much as I use to - thank the Lord);
I call the two people that God has strategically placed in my life to walk with me through this season: my sister Michelle so she can give me those Godly truths like only she can that I can hold onto; and my friend Tamica so she can talk me off the ledge with her practical wisdom that only she possesses (they both usually say the same things but in different ways, and now you know why Michelle and Tamica write their respective portions of this devotional);
I write about it;
I pray, though sometimes not as much as I should (just being honest here) because I don’t even have the words to say (thank God, He already knows).