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Photo Caption: I spend so much time and emotional energy anticipating the needs or struggles of my kids during periods of transition, but neglect to acknowledge I may have some of my own…this morning my logistical juggling act can no longer mask the storm brewing fierce beneath the surface of busy self-sufficiency. As sudden anxiety pools, attempting to fill spaces designed for breath and life with fear and death, I lay myself low and submerge soul in waters of truth:
“Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep. Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.”
Psalms 127:1-5 ESV
