I’ve had a lot of anxiety the last couple weeks. A lot. So much that I became somewhat of a freak the other night.
Went something like this. My 18 year old did something that made me upset and I raised my voice at her. At the barn, in front of people. Then I called a friend crying. Then later that day, I walked in the house and fell apart because someone inadvertently unloosened a system I had in place at home.
I felt embarrassed over my behavior but I still felt the anxiety creeping in like a cat. So the next morning, I did something that calmed me more than anything else I’ve done in days.
I walked outside with my morning coffee … looked up at the sky … and told God that I was grateful he was in charge of me. And my life.
Stepping outside in the quiet before all the monsters rush in – gave me peace I hadn’t felt in days.
Grateful for the sky. The trees. The birds. The order that abounds in creation.
And grateful most of all for the Creator that made it all.
