I’ve been having a tough week . . . feeling stressed, overwhelmed.
Not sure why. Maybe it’s the weeks of cold and gray that contributed to the not-so-pleasant feelings/emotions. Maybe it’s that I’ve been thinking too much about my future and wondering what is going to transpire. Like thinking (worrying) about it is gonna make a difference.
It’s dissipated now. But I realized my faith wasn’t as strong as it should have been. Not good for someone who’s always promoting “keep the faith”. I should have utmost confidence in God above . . . the angels, Earth Mother.
To feel overcome, anxious, suggests I’m a doubter, that I have no conviction that my dreams and desires, my prayers and wishes can come true.
But I know they can. I just have to rewind, unwind, and refocus. I need to reconfirm my faith and maintain it.
Life is good. And it will get better. God has always watched over me; he’s always had my back. And I’m grateful. I know I don’t say that often enough, dearest Diary—also affectionately known as dearest Blog—and that has to change.
So I am using this time to state that—in writing. God, I thank You for all You’ve done for me in this life. I may often not seem appreciative, but I am. Truly.
I’ve strayed some in the last wee while . . . but I’m back on track. And planning to stay on it.