The Small Step

Running on caffiene...

I wanted to get my thoughts down before the few precious minutes of morning quiet are gone.


Last night I had a horrible dream. It involved family being in danger, crazy people being mad at me, and stealing potatoes out of someone's yard.

I know, ridiculous.




Needless to say, I got little restful sleep.  My back is killing me too! Probably from all that "running" I did in my dream... I did NOT want to wake up this morning. So I slept in. From there it felt like rush, rush, rush. You know the mornings. ;)



In the past this would have curdled the milk for my entire day, poisoned any positivity.

But not today.





Today I decide that God is still in control. That even though I'm running on caffeine and ibuprofen, my day is not ruined. I still have a job I adore, a precious family of whom I could not ask for more, a fridge full of healthful food, a cup of hot coffee, and my Lord who is always on my side.

For most, this is probably a normal step of any day that starts with a sour morning. Accepting the sour and moving past it, but this has been a difficult task since battling severe anxiety for over a year. I have come leaps and bounds in the last fourteen months, and progress is sometimes slow, but today is another small step. A tiny, small step I felt worth documenting. Maybe someone else out there needs this encouragement too. It will get better. You can learn to get past the sour mornings!


Praise the Lord.