That is an understatement, actually. The last couple months life has been getting progressively harder. More emotional and deeper down days and more sporadic anger (that sounds mild to the reality) and less hope. Lies in my mind overcoming the truth that I was trying to whisper back to it. Knowing I needed more time to myself to think and renew. (I think when you get to the stage that you get butterflies in your tummy and feel mildly tipsy and giddy when you get to leave the house with no littlies – maybe its a sign…).
Then a close friend had her baby prematurely, and her experience started mirroring ours… and I cried off and on for the next three days.
THEN I started talking to Bryan one night. and crying. and sobbing. and wailing. and travailing. It was not of this world… it was like I was birthing something bad out of me. Almost like I wasn’t part of the whole experience.
And since then… over a week now… life is great! The hope is back. The joy is back. My sanity is back!!!
For God has not given us a spirit of FEAR… but of power, of love and of a sound mind!!!
Thank you Jesus!!