I listened to the birds singing outside as I felt the almost tickle feeling of my tears sliding slowly down my cheeks. The tickle was not a laughing kind of tickle, but rather a sensation attached to the release I felt as the tears brimmed over my eyes. I felt like something wasn't right this morning, but I had not yet pinpointed what was causing this feeling. It was too soon to put it in words to anyone other than God, lest it be misunderstood.
Sometimes I find that chatting about these struggles with God and acknowledging them to myself is all it takes to feel better as I continue to sort out the situation in my mind.
I liken it to having God help with the laundry as we sit here together. Sorting. Folding. And putting it away.
Sometimes I find that chatting about these struggles with God and acknowledging them to myself is all it takes to feel better as I continue to sort out the situation in my mind.
I liken it to having God help with the laundry as we sit here together. Sorting. Folding. And putting it away.
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