Thursday, October 7, 2010


....that nightmares aren't real....

*Phew* Woke up last night around 4:00 in a panic attack. Aaron and I were with my parents, split by sexes (the guys were working on something and so were the gals). We both thought the other had our daughter, but neither did. Three hours had lapsed and I rain outside in the downpour of a storm, screaming my daughter's name, having no idea where she might be and feeling this deep dread in my gut that we'd never find her. Immediately after that I woke up, my heart thumping and my breath ragged. Of course I had to go check on her. Incredible isn't it how vivid our subconscious can be?

I have to continually remind myself that my imagination is just that-- imagining. It isn't real, nor does it predict the reality to come (thank goodness). I have to let those anxieties go to the Lord, requesting Him to cover my thoughts and my tomorrows. It's not easy, especially in the dark before dawn, but He promises to be there and He understands what my heart can handle.

"The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged." ~Deuteronomy 31:8

1 comment:

  1. really hope you didn't read I.w.t.V. That would have done a big number with your imagination!