my therapy? prayer and lasagna.

 

Lasagna.

It's the epitome of comfort food. right up there with mac n' cheese.

These past few days have been calling for comfort food.

Scratch that. these past few weeks.

It's just been rough.

Emotionally. Physically. And spiritually.

So you know how people always say 'a roller coaster of emotions?'

Yeah. I think I get that a little better.

I wish I could blame my loops and drops and twists on hormones.

or at least on something really rough that happened.

But I really can't. I've tried to explain why I've been all over the place and I just can't.

And it's horrible. Trying to keep those darn emotions that always seem to pop up at the wrong time

under control. It's just impossible.

I've also been sick. A lot. (which helps explain the lack of 'me' posts recently)

I've looked terrible.

I've had colds, migraines, major dehydration, weird 24 hour viruses,

and I've had this horrible thing called stress.

I'll have moments when I can't think, breather, feel, see, hear...anything...because I am so stressed out.

Weird, right? Thankfully it only lasts a few seconds before I can get a hold of myself but it's no fun.

Spiritually? God's my best friend.

He's my daddy. My companion. The guy I tell all my secrets too because not only will he not tell anyone about them, he'll do something about them too.

I've been doing this fantastic Bible study on Revelations. It's amazing.

I feel so connected to Christ. It's like I've got him on speed dial and he answers before the first ring.

But sometimes I just want to shout at God.

Ask him why I'm stuck on this emotional roller coaster. Demand that he take my migraine away.

Tell him that I can't handle the stress anymore and that he better do something about it.

But He's just quiet...waiting for me to stop my tantrum so he can come give me a hug.

encourage me. fight for me. bless me. pour his love upon me.

Tell me I'm his little girl and he's not going to let anybody tear me down to a point I can't get back up.

That's not a fun point.

But it's the one where we either cave in and give up on our Daddy or let him lift us up so our trust in him is greater.

This post has already gone on too long.

I doubt many of you have gotten this far. That's ok. Long posts can be scary.

But if you have, thanks.

Thanks for reading my story. For giving me a slice of your time.

Sometimes getting your feelings out can be the best therapy there is.

Right up there with prayer.

Prayer and lasagna.