I was feeling crazy this week, overwhelmed, & thought--wow, this is how it happens. If I thought alcohol would help at all, I could totally become an alcoholic right now.
But it doesn't help.
And so, in my crazy, over-organized, but sometimes illogical brain, in my moment of over-toddler-ized desperation, I thought, I need to DEVELOP an addiction!
Chocolate? Check. It's hit or miss. On the fat days, it just makes you feel worse.
Coffee? Check. It's a nice pick-me-up, but...a body can only take so much. The jitters get hard to control.
And a small voice breathed a Yes. Develop an addiction to prayer.
I've been rolling that epiphany over in my calmer brain. Most mornings I lay in bed, my lips lifting desperate prayers for the day. Another day. Another blessed 24 hours of breathing, feeding, changing, oh Lord help me, comforting, redirecting, teaching, dressing.
But I'm not addicted, you know. When my veins are popping w/ the stress, I don't lock myself in my bathroom & get down on my knees. I lock myself in my bedroom w/ the computer & chocolate or coffee or both.
What if I were addicted to prayer? What if I lived like I was counting the moments between "fixes"?
There's a verse in James, & I forget how the whole thing goes, but part of it says, "Count it all joy."
I painted that on a strip of canvas & hung it in my living room, & the phrase haunts me (in a good way).
And so a blessing:
Peace to you in the midst of the screaming.
Peace to you when the bickering sets in.
Peace to you when the tears are rolling.
May you be His hands and feet in your home.
May you be His voice in your loved ones' ears.
May you find your bread in His Word.
May you find your freedom in following Him.
2yo is done coloring: my time's up.